I was kissing my way closer and closer to her pussy, as she was humping her butt up, trying to make her pussy meet my lips. Then, I covered her entire...pussy with my mouth as I licked and sucked. With her right leg pulled back to her belly and her left leg held down on the boulder by my leg - her pussy lips were pulled tight as I probed her with my tongue.Her legs relaxed as she let me keep them spread wider, one on her belly, one straight beside my legs.Tracey leaned close to me as she stood in. I groaned, released Carla and headed for the shower. Afterward, I put on my oldest and shortest pair of jogging shorts (no underwear) and a T-shirt and then headed out to the library.I met Melinda and we had our help session, with the two of us sitting in a study room on the same side of the table. The room was small, but private enough, though it did have a glass window on the door. Since it was fairly early on a Saturday morning, the library was pretty empty.As I was going over Melinda's. He was so muscly and manly I felt very intimidated andknew he could break me half if he wanted. But all those worriesdisappeared when he spoke."You're such a pretty girl, Joanne," he said. He took my little hand inboth of his and he gently brought it to his mouth and kissed a knuckle,like we were in some old movie. His voice was deep, and strong, butsounded so tender and I no longer felt afraid, I felt only admired andsafe. With John I knew I would never have anything to fear, from. “What in the fuck, Dave?” I recall asking.There was a moment of silence.“You’re not at work; you don’t know,” he said. “Bub, turn on the TV.”My brother had been a staff officer during the Vietnam War. He had commanded troops in battle and in peace time for 25 years. His voice told me it was not a request but an order. I put down the phones I held in each hand, reached for the remote and turned on the TV.The scene on television looked as though they came from a Hollywood blockbuster or a Tom.