’ Finally a last sentence came to the screen. ‘Life is a Lemon ... either be a sour-puss or make lemonade!‘Seeing how I liked lemonade, I laughe... out loud in my car and then pounded the steering wheel a few times before I reached to open my door. I didn’t make it half way from my car to the front of the guest house, before a screaming, raven-haired drummer girl, Cathy McGregory ran to greet me. I learned long ago with the Bandits/Bandettes to get myself braced for pouncing girls, and accepted. The he begins to flick his tongue in and out of her warm, moist cunt. This time the moans escape Natalya’s mouth. His tongue slips out to rub along her clit for a moment or two then escapes back in. Meanwhile, Rythern presses two fingers against her backdoor sliding them in and out, readying it. Another orgasm racks her body, causing her to shudder. A flood of juices pour out running down Rythern’s tongue and into his mouth. He laps up the juices graciously like a thirsty animal.Once the orgasm. One Friday night, I helped my buddy get into a jeep, he was too drunk to continue the bar hopping we had started hours earlier. I was close to that level myself. As I stopped for a chicken stick at a bar area BBQ stand, I noticed some non-local women exiting from the disco across the street. There, I thought I noticed Jina and two of her girlfriends coming out of the disco while some GIs closely followed. I left my food and got a closer look from the makeshift wall of the BBQ stand.Jina and her. .love the sleeper. And the tatt....what does it mean?" She still didn't know. He took the sleeper adorned nipple in his mouth and gently tugged. "Oooh.....easy cowboy" she said as he pulled a little hard. "Bite the nipple....I fucking love that...." He obliged, taking care to build the pressure up slowly. He rolled the nipple, using his lips first, before his teeth. She groaned. She pulled his spare hand up to her left breast, and he chastised himself, inwardly, for not thinking and taking.