You lay back on the bed, your legs dangling off the edge as I move closer, my head pressed between your thighs. Pushing my tongue between the folds of...your pussy, I taste your sweet juices and moan gently, licking from hole to clit. You reach down, pull your skirt up further and open your legs wider. I continue lapping at your wet valley, swallowing your juices and increasing speed. As you lay there, your eyes closed, a man's tongue exploring your most intimate of areas, your breathing becomes. The permits were Ed’s problem, not mine.After lunch, I took a nap, which had become my habit. The nap lasted until it was time for my afternoon bike ride. I decided since my back was feeling better that it was time for my twelve mile ride to get extended to fourteen miles. It was still over five miles short of my route before the accident. On the way home I filled my handlebars with plastic bags of shrimp fried rice, and an egg roll from the local Chinese take out.Life was good I, decided as I. I've told you a lot more than that about me and Trout." "And yet, somehow, I remain your friend." "Oh, fine. Let's try another question: has he met your parents yet?" Ryan made a strangled sound. "Not yet. I know, I know, it'll have to happen. Sometime. I guess." "Ryan, are you kidding? They'll love him!" "Yeah, I know. They'll probably adopt him. Maybe we can work an exchange, and his family can adopt me." She'd met Brody's family over the holidays and they'd been great. His parents had been. She was really pretty and very confident in herself. She smiled and immediately started a conversation with me."Do you mind if I sit here?" No, not at all." Can I buy you a drink?" Okay, that would be fine. Thanks!" Are you from the area?" No, I'm here on business. I always stop by here, when I'm in town." I'm Kay and who might you be?" My name is Donna." What are you drinking?" Alabama Slammer." Henry, can you get us two Alabama Slammers."The bartender mixed our drinks and brought them to us..