I set about making dinner. I was famished. A day of sun and water does that to me.All in all, it had been a great Saturday and I wanted to celebrate. ...n the refrigerator, I found a lost Rolling Rock beer and opened it. “Happy National Anti-Boredom Month,” I said, taking a sip.Rory responded with a “Huh?” from the sofa. “Did you say something?”“Nope.”Dinner - fresh grilled, crispy-skinned salmon with a lemon-dill cream sauce, new potatoes, and fresh green beans - was easy to prepare and consumed. I licked her deep. Slurped on the juices that were beginning to drizzle from her cunt. Something about her pussy was new, different, exciting. She was hotter than normal, more creamy, more silky. My tongue seemed to gravitate toward her, wanting more and more. I gorged on her, becoming addicted to her new flavor. Slowly she began to whimper like a little kitten. Her hips began to gyrate and she thrust her pussy forward, almost fucking my tongue. Eagerly, I slid my pussy licker into her fuck. I don't want to be told that I can't fool around with someone if I really want to." I thought you were my girlfriend and I was your boyfriend." I am your girlfriend, Brad. Like I said, I love you. You have to understand that you're my FIRST boyfriend. I was virgin up till a few months ago and I never had a boyfriend. It's all new to me and sometimes I feel all confused about things." Does that mean you want to go out with other guys?"I put my hand on Brad's leg and said, "No, Brad, that's not. Then, she bounced on top of the mattress for almost fifteen minutes certain that the noise would give fair warning to any other couples looking for a safe haven for some spirited fun. She left Saul stretched out on the bed feeling that she was not responsible for his safe-keeping. Maybe it would be better if she just went back downstairs and told his tall, lean brother that it might be wise to get him out of the room and back down on the sofa in the parlor safe and sound to continue his steady.