Today was a lovely summer day. You could smell the cut grass, which reminded me I needed to mow our lawn. I took in our neighborhood as it slowly came...awake. As I began to run I knew I needed to think. I quickly fell into the zone.Tami dating Trevor had rocked me. I'd been making decisions based on our long term relationship above and beyond just friendship. She said nothing had changed, but for me it had. My other two best friends, Alan and Jeff, were nowhere as involved in my decision making.. Bob's father brought The Kitten back in after washing off the disaster. I will say this for her, The Kitten readily forgives the people who try to inflict baby food on her. He sat down in his armchair and began a this-little-piggy game. He stopped when she tired of it, turned her so that she was facing him, and recited "Plus que possible, ma poule noire,..." I was intrigued. French verse that I hadn't heard before. He followed it with the English version, significantly different."What is that. Her fingers spread her lips open as I lowered my head and grasped her thighs. I gave her one loooong, top-to-bottom lick to get her revved up. Her legs quivered. Based off of previous experience, I knew I'd have to hold her thighs apart while she rode the wave unless I wanted my head crushed or to suffocate. Planning ahead, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and dove in. Her taste was rather neutral, but the smell was fantastic! A mixture of melon and vanilla. Her clit was very responsive as. All four of them had the tattoo and they were proud of it.“You can’t just walk out of the house naked,” I demanded.“You are right Reba, we better run! Duray is probably getting impatient” Brock suggested and with that the four of them opened the door and did a midnight dash across our lawn to their own house – which happened to be right next door to mine.I followed Cheyenne through the yard over to Brock and Barbara Jean’s house. I realized shouting “Hey, stop you are naked” would probably draw.