She was an intellectual. When she finally managed to put her pent up anger behind her, her strength and reserve served her well to put her life back o... the right track.I had spent many nights praying to whatever gods there were that she would turn out ok. And she had, but the only thing the gods did in the event was hook me up with Cheryl. Cheryl was a walking pool of warmth, love, and caring. When I took her to Cheryl, I had taken her to the only place that could have saved her.Cheryl and her. I also was becoming aware of the fact that I was becoming her sex toy, but you know what, I loved it and I loved her. “Christy, I think that maybe I should go home now. I mean I don’t think you need me anymore today. I mean I’m getting kind of tired.” “In just a little while, I want to tell you more about being a model.” She carried the baby with one arm and wrapped the other around my waist as we headed to the bedrooms. “That will take care of him for a while,” she said as she took my hand and. ‘So I’ve been told this article is some kind of farming for city folk 101.’ ‘That’s a good way to put it. You know, teaching people who live out in the suburbs or even in an apartment how to live sustainably. ‘City hens’ are big these days. Growing tomato plants out on the fire escape. People miss feeling connected to something more than just concrete.’ ‘So is this what you do for a living? You’re a journalist?’ Liesel cocked her head at his question. ‘Well, I write freelance. I’m doing this. He continued to suck on her nipples for what seemed like ages before moving down her body, across her stomach and then to her inner thighs. All the time he had been sliding his finger in and out of her hot wet pussy, the cushion stained with her juices. Next he started to lick her clitoris and as he did so he slid yet another finger into her, she moaned softly as he did so and grabbed the back of his head pushing her pussy towards him. He withdrew his fingers to taste her hot flowing juices.