I kissed her harder this time, moving slowing from her mouth to her breasts, then from her breasts to her stomach. Then I moved my tongue to her clean...shaven pussy. The first lick was from her opening to her clit. I had never tasted anything like it. I slowly ran my tongue around her clit, her moans were growing louder. I pushed a finger into her tight wet cunt. With my other hand I played with her breasts. She started to grind her hips into my face; I knew she wanted to cum. “Faster, faster,. Batting, we managed to work the pitcher, of the first three batters, there were balls, fouls and strikes before they got a hit, two managed good enough hits to reach base, so when I got to the plate, we had runners on first and second.When watching the pitcher for the first three guys, I thought I had noticed a ‘tell’, it was only for when he threw his fastball, but I saw it, and if it was correct, I had a good chance of getting a really good hit, since he had a quicker fastball then any I had. If I made my domicile on Lisa’s grave, went every day, haunted it in the middle of night there might be reason for worry. My several visits in the course of a year not inordinate, it makes me feel better too. LISA ANN PALMER, May 18, 1954 birth, death 22 years eight months four days later starkly etched in the face of the salmon colored granite marker. I also requested placement of a 4 by 6 color photograph of my Lisa under a transparent cover framed in silver wreath. No photograph of our. ’ ‘I will come wis you, but I do not want you to believe sat everysing will be pairfect.’ ‘I’ve wanted to do this. Amalie, voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?’ ‘Oui m’sieur. But Pierre, that is so formal, if you and I were lovers, you would ask, ‘tu coucher avec moi ce soir?’ Je répondre, oui aussi.’ She threw back the covers revealing that gorgeous, sensuous body that I loved so well not long, but too long, ago. I hastily took off my clothes and climbed in beside her. Even before I had fully.