My hands reach down and grab his head pulling it closer. He sucks my clit, nibbling it, licking it. My knees start to buckle and he laughs against me,...his breath is so warm. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, if at all possible. He moves his tongue into me, deeper and deeper. I move my hips feeling his tongue, my mind going crazy. His hands grab my ass, parting my cheeks as one finger enters my asshole. My body is tingling and my mind is screaming for more. I must have said it out loud,. " So could you tell me the gender of my next baby," pleaded May."I'm no expert but I can try," answered Annie.May ran off and quickly returned with her egg. Annie examined it for a few minutes."Is this the same color as Lynn's egg," Annie asked."Maybe; it seems really close, but also a little different. Does that mean it's a boy," said May."No, not exactly. With humans being the mother, a slight change of color or shade could have several different meanings. Some of which I'll not go into in. Bench in the back. Two rows, not three." Wheels?" 15." Tires?" Mounted 820x15 six ply mud and snows and a full set of mounted 710x15 highway tires. Can you get them in Michelin radials?" Why do you want radials?" Safety." I guess ... let me check." He picked up a phone and waited. "Susie? Boardwalk please. Thanks."The Boardwalk is in a room with all the tires offered by dealers as options. There are huge stacks of tires that are shipped in by the railcar load by size. The boardwalk is made of. But not slutty. I wouldn't have dared dressing like a tramp to my grandfather's house. Instead I looked like beautiful little lady, I thought. All my bruises were fully healed and I looked as young, fresh, and healthy as ever. I hadn't felt so good in a long time as I stared at my reflection, feeling girly and innocent and carefree.Thanksgiving at my grandfather's, my dad's father and my sole-remaining grandparent, was always a pretty large affair. Aunts and uncles, cousins, and in-laws all.