I lie back on the bed and he kneels in front of me, bends down slightly and lifts my legs behind his shoulders. He slides his tongue into me and he st...rts to eat me out, moaning every few seconds, enjoying this just as much as me. Next, he runs his mouth up and down my slit, sucking my clit and then repeating, keeping a steady rhythm, giving me exactly what I want. He’s eaten my pussy dozens of times, he knows every contour, every dip and groove. Nothing is off limits.He slides his fingers into. Much like my dreams. Tired from the budget flume ride I crawled into our still-steaming van and masturbated with a plastic replica of Nixon's nose. At least the SOB was good for something. He still looked like a crook but now a crook with a sinus condition.Awakening Saturday morning, this was the day I had dreamed of! Rock and roll heaven. Today's lineup: Sly and the Family Stone, the Dead, CCR, Janis, Santana and the Who, who played a 25-song set with the fierceness of a starving grizzly. If she were interested…probably she herself would make her move. I decided against going to kitchen. I changed my clothes, turned off the lights leaving only night lamp glowing and lay on the bed.Lying on my bed, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I knew it won’t be easy considering the turmoil going into my mind. I could hear the sound of dishes clattering from the kitchen. Mother was cleaning the dishes. After about five minutes, the sound stopped. There was a total silence in our house.. From his play at backgammon to his schedule for Roger, Karl seemed to think out more moves ahead in every aspect of his life than her father would have spent on planning a siege.Karl certainly spoke as if the notorious Danclaven solidarity were fact. On the other hand, the two of them had been given only brief times when they could speak in private. It was certainly possible that he had ambitions at the expense of his family which he planned to share with her later -- or ambitions he never.