I walked over to her and kissed her lips. She bit my bottom lip and I did the same. I had a rather muscular figure for a girl and handled her forceful...y. I moved myself in between her legs and continued kissing her with one arm leaning up against my elbow to hold me up and the other hand firmly grabbing onto her ass from underneath her body. She wrapped her legs around me, and I moved my lips down to her neck and whispered in her ear, “I want to taste that warm wet pussy.” She forced her head. However, if you choose to share it with me, that is your decision. I will admit to curiosity only because you ask, but the reason is of no importance to me." Because it is a beautiful and supple tree," I said. "Slender and graceful to behold, and you are all of these things."She inclined her head gratefully."But also because it is known for its thorns and apparently you are to be the thorn in my side today."She covered a delicate laugh and said, "It is truly a commendable choice, Master." Let's. We stopped again in Fredrick and saw the Barbara Fritchie house. We had a leisurely lunch and finally arrived at her parent’s house outside Martinsburg about 2:30. ‘Jack, this is my mother, Martha Baker, and my father, James Baker.’ ‘Pleased to meet you, ma’am and Mr. Baker.’ ‘You look old enough. Call me Jim.’ ‘And please call me Martha.’ I lifted Nan’s overnight case and my hanging bag from the car. Nan’s mother led us into the house. ‘Jack, you can put Nan’s case in her room, and the guest. "What I meant, m'lord, was that the shoppe in the square doth not carry such items." I careth not." he replied going back to his work. "Get thyself out of here!"I left his office and wondered through our village. The shoppes carried the standard faire; dresses, blouses etc, but none carried the article I needed. After about an hour, I came upon a small shoppe located on a small side street off the main road. The sign stated the name as 'Ye Old' Thrift Shoppe.'. I walked in to find various items.