Gray slacks, with a open collared white shirt and a sport jacket. I remembered how he used to always wear a tightly knotted tie pulled exactly into th... center of his collar. I definitely liked the open shirt better. It went well with the warm smile on his face."Thank you, Peter. Wow, you look so good tonight." You're welcome, Sherry. And you look great yourself. Shall we go? I have reservations at The Captain's House for seven."Apparently Peter was a familiar fixture at one of the city's best. Sometimes she made a third pile that contained mail in offers but for the most part she knew what her parents taste was in such matters and the ended up on top of the store fliers that would be used to start a fire if the weather was cool enough to warrant it.The letter had read:Dear Tara,I'm hoping to see you soon as I miss you. You know that Terri is always saying I should go out with her since you are gone. I don't want to do that but it seems like it has been so long since I saw you last. It is a name made for passion, a name that should surely never be spoken save in endearment between lovers. After doing our best to talk, we got up from our seats to look out the train window.“Emily,” I said. “Is beautiful name, non?”I had not many other words of English!We watched the sunset, smiling, laughing at our inability to speak in words, yet communicating none the less. Time passed with a swiftness that only lovers know. The sun passed below the horizon, and we turned from the window. Then I brushed my tongue over her hole and and she gasped a breath. I did it again with the same result. "Don't tease me," she said breathlessly. She reached back and pushed my head to her. I slide my nose up her and down again, taking in her smell and taste. I have to admit that I liked it. Making her moan and knowing I was the one that was giving her that pleasure. My tongue darted back and forth as I "tasted" her. I circled her with my tongue and mouth, even slipping it inside her. Licking.