So very close, little one. My fingers followed the path of your juices, those my lips have not already captured, as they trickle down between your leg.... I collect them on my fingers, and now you can feel me begin to massage them into the wrinkled skin rimming your cute, tightly puckered little ass. I let you feel the pressure of my fingers as I continue to lubricate you, let it build, let you yield, until one, then two insistent fingers push their way inside you. My tongue assaults your clit. They loved each other.One day I found Deena at home by herself.“Where’s Haley?”“Still on campus. She’s arguing her way through an engineering course.”“How’d you get home?”“Jeremy lives out in the country from here. I’m not far out of his way.”Mention of MY Deena in a car with a male of indeterminate intent popped my antennae up to full height. I guess I’m not as subtle as I wish, sometimes.“Oh, come on, baby,” she said.I was ‘baby’ or other pet names almost as often as I was ‘Dad’.“I hitched a. “What about the signal?” he asks suddenly, as if a light bulb has just gone on.“What about it?” the general asks.“If we disrupt the signal, jam it somehow, then she’ll be fine and...” the man says, starting to pace a little. “ ... maybe we can get in and kill the queen and end this whole fucking war.”“It may work,” the doctor says, sounding hopeful.“She is going to have to be contained until we find a way to do so.” Eisley shares the man’s pain, but she does have a base full people that need to. I took an excuse and left for the washroom just a minute after she left. Since a few friends knew about my feelings, they completely understood what I was upto.The restaurant had a common bathroom. Just as I entered the restroom I saw the most beautiful sight ever. Shweta had her tee off her. Covered in her pink bra were the apples I had longed to eat! As soon as she saw me, she turned around and said I’m so sorry. I should have locked the door properly.“Believe me Shweta, we’re all grownups.