But she didn’t grab me and try to get me inside her right away if it was her left nipple I was paying attention to.I wondered what there was about h...r right nipple that seemed to connect so directly to her pussy. Maybe it was the myelin that was built up through practice. I needed to investigate.“May I draw you tonight, my Lady?” I asked. We’d been studying with Fay in the studio. I had my next writing roundtable paper drafted and was ready to do something creative.“I have another fifty pages. Note from Jake Rivers: This is my eighth semi-annual ‘invitational.’ The current effort consists of stories based on songs performed by Frank Sinatra, Ol’ Blues Eyes. Please read the stories and give feedback to the participating authors. Regards, Jake There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. Constructive comments and critiques are welcome and appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my work. Please enjoy. WOODMANONE My inspiration for this story is Ol’ Blue Eyes’. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she taste good, I felt like a bear attacking a bee hive and licking up all the honey, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her legs around my head, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to breathe, and then my face got flooded with her juices.She relaxed her legs and I got free, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my eyes, she said put it in me now. Well I may not be the sharpest tack in. Ritten by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter Pan. It's one of my favorites and I've finally expanded upon it.