Reaching into the ice chest, I pull out a glass and a bottle of champagne. I hand you the filled glass, and with a wide smile kneel between your legs ...ith the bottle. I hold it over your smooth crotch and begin pouring a slow trickle down, licking it up as it runs through your pussy. The combination of the champagne and your own juice is delicious, and I lap rapidly at your cunt trying to catch it all. You are feeling incredible sensations, as the champagne tickles your sensitive pussy and I. I responded hoarsely, telling him that although I was terrified by his savage assault of my throat, it also made me more excited and erotically aroused than I had ever been before! I told him that I loved it and that he had just given me the best throat fucking of my entire life!! That was when Jerry apologized for not telling me about the camera but he was afraid that if he had asked me, I might object. This was before the age of digital cameras and he said that I could have the roll of film. Not anymore.." "What are you talking about?"I didn't reply, I just stared into his hazel eyes, hoping, praying he gets it. We stayed that way, staring at each other for a while. I wanted to admit my feelings for him. 'I think I will', I thought to myself. "Derek..." "Hmm?" I- umm, N-nevermind.." I looked away and I was almost positive I blushed. I couldn't tell him. Why can't I tell him? I tried to distract myself, so I played with the hem on my tank top.Next thing I know, his hand is under my. This was the first time one of these lights had landed. My father picked up the "light" with his special tongs and discovered that it was very hot and full of minerals and metals. He also noticed that it had cooled down and it was just a lump now. He decided that he had finally struck it rich. The lump was recycled into a myriad of minerals and metals. Our family was rich, really rich. No one laughed at my father's stories anymore.You are not going to believe what happened about seven days.