Sometimes about an inch above the navel he'd 'turn' the fork to the right, continuing a trail that raked & curved down her lower tummy. Other times he...d draw a "figure 8," skimming the fork from just under her breasts and making the center of the "8" just north or south of her cute little navel, before finishing off the bottom loop across her lower abdomen.Suffering horribly, Joselle's tummy sucked and heaved as he tormented her, and he had to be careful to get the "pressure" of the fork just. Linda climbed off Eric’s lap and said, “I’ll get it.”As she ran off to get the telephone, Eric watched her walk away with a grin on his face. He said, “She’s so great.”“I’m sure she is,” Dan said noticing that the lovey-dovey Linda had switched off with the ringing of the telephone to be replaced by a business-oriented Linda. He frowned while watching her walk away.Eric turned to study Dan for a minute and then said, “You don’t like her, do you?”“She’s fine,” Dan said. He didn’t really know. Legs wrapped around his head so he couldn't escape. He licked at her a few more times and noted that she seemed to jump whenever he got to the hard pointy bit at the top. Focusing there in short little laps, he knew he was on to something.Amanda started squirming uncontrollably. "Holy .. Shit. Daren don't you dare stop. Christ!"He couldn't if he wanted to since she had his head properly fastened to her slit, but he was loving it. The affirmations from his sister were so unworldly, he couldn't. It is due to this heavy competition and its very nature that man needs and seeks balance. And where do you find that balance? In the only place where you can delegate the burden of power, responsibility and authority, where you can free yourself from your dominant nature, where you don't need to be the alpha male, or fight for your status or territory. That place is the bed, the intimacy. For a few moments you can relax and simply counter your competing instinct, you can free your sensitive,.