"You know the rules. You must try to give me as many orgasms as I need or want, and right now I want one."I dutifully laid down on the bed between her...legs and started gently kissing around her pussy. "But I'm going crazy," I whispered between licks. "I really need to cum." I was almost crying thinking about it."Shut the fuck up and lick. I'll take care of you when I'm good and ready," she replied quite forcefully. By now I was drawing circles around her pussy lips with my tongue and feeling. ..” Ally whispered.“Soft...” Ling repeated in a whisper as well.They stood there for another few moments, listening to the beating of their hearts. Then, closing their eyes, their lips met.Gently, their lips brushed against each other, soft flesh against flesh. Alley reached up and ran her fingers through Ling’s long black hair, stroking her bare shoulders. Ling responded by running her fingers across Ally’s back. Their lips continued to play against each other for a few more long seconds.“That. " Literally the name (and the first line) translates to "my daddy was a wandering man," but it gets rendered in English as "I am a happy wanderer." I sang it in German; it's the original, and I don't much care for sloppy paraphrased translations. But I soon quit; my voice, I realized, however (I hoped) alluring to human audiences, was scaring off all the wildlife within hearing distance, and that was no fun. I also stopped tromping along quite so noisily, for the same reason.And I was soon. He made the intros, smiling, proud of her.Once our waiter — she was wearing the formal black and whites of the 50-year old steakhouse — had taken drink orders, I asked Mabel, “How did you and Cyrus meet?”Off to the races. Cyrus smiled through the narration. “I told my cousin —Annabelle? — that I wanted to meet an illegible gentleman.”I nodded; didn’t mention the malaprop.Mabel catalogued-through her three pre-Cyrus losers. Reached over and patted Cyrus’s liver-spotted hand. “Then I met this.