“Why don’t you follow me in your car to my house?”I got into my pickup truck and followed him a few blocks until we approached a small house wit...h a neatly kept yard. I parked behind him and we both went inside. He led me into the living room and offered me a glass of water. I declined; I had had enough to drink for the evening. He had an open plan kitchen, living room and dining room. While he poured himself a beer, I sat down on his couch where I could still see him. We were silent, most. Some women seem to have a direct connection from nipple to vagina - she was one!Then I pinched her nipples as I slid further down and parted her thighs. Her warmth was much hotter than the water in the tub - she was burning with desire. I moved a hand down from tit to twat, spreading her labia and seeking her woman's button. As I touched her swollen clitoris, her hips began to writhe and her breathing grew shallow and fast. A red flush spread up her chest to her face, and she began moaning and. She could carry eight or ten tankards at one time and keep a running tab in her head for a score of fast-drinking customers. She enjoyed ribaldry, but did not like to be casually handled in the tavern. I saw her swat down more than one ruffian who made a grab for her breast or buttocks, and then help him to his feet, dust him off and bring him a drink on the house.Mandy evidently took a shine to me almost at once. We are both pretty big people. I do not ever recall asking her about her. After I had gotten my coffee and used the bathroom mirror to get my tie done up for work, I chose a comfy chair in front of the big screen television (showing some really dull stretch of the California coast) that faced away from the counter. Situated, I began to enmesh myself in the tangle of jargon I had brought to read. I had just finished the alleged sentences: “Taphonomic influences on the fauna of many shale and shaley formations have been grossly overestimated. The authors of this paper.