Marge, Wayne’s wife, hadn’t been able to nap in the car, so even she slept in a bit. Breakfast smells are what woke me up. Like most farm wives, M...rs. Troutman was a terrific cook. I never wanted to miss a meal she set on the table. Bacon and coffee aromas dragged me out of bed, they must’ve grabbed Jim as well. I half-dressed so I could hit the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash a little cold water on my face. Groggy, yet fully dressed, Jim lumbered in to some do some of the same just as I. .just be nice to my girl." "Yes miss Joan, I will," he replied. They held hands and walked briskly to the back bedroom and shut the door. The African and Cindy then cuddled on the bed as he again fingered her vagina. Then he lowered his head as he pulled her panties down and began kissing and licking her. It felt so good that Cindy did not object. His tongue was now inside her and Cindy wrapped her legs around him. An orgasm shot through her as she soon realized that she was being "eaten" by. "I'm sorry to hurt your feelings but there is a lot to sort out. I still need more time to come to a decision." Don't you recall the first days at my office in Chicago?" Yes, I do." We had a lot going for us," Rose reminded."Yes we did. However times change and people change. You've changed. I've changed. We're not the same as we were four years ago. I think we began to grow apart when we moved here." Don't say that," Rose sobbed."I'll talk to you later. I can't stand it when you cry." Don't. You, being your shy self ... and already at the library for some time, telll me you need to go home ... which, I already feel a little disappointed, thinking that you have to leave, {wishing I got there a bit earlier!} and sad that we couldn't get just a little more time together ... I can tell, you really don't want to leave either ... some thing is holding you there ... something! You pause at the door, and I just find myself staring at you ... checking you out ... from your waist down ...