" Tamara urged. He grinned with pride at being able topilot Tamara's body to such bliss. He continued, suckling on onenipple, while kneading her other... breast. Slowly, he made his waydown, drawing whimpers of half giggles as he lingered over herbelly. He tugged at her shorts, sliding them down her to reveal hermound, practically dripping in hunger, as it emanated the familiarbouquet of a woman in heat. He continued kissing his way down,stopping just short of the target. He exhaled over it. They’re totally cool, even if they’re a bit outside the norm for dress and makeup.”“A bit?”“Just talk to them,” I said. “They’re really good kids, even if they would never pass military muster. Believe it or not, Trish is going to law school in the Fall.”“Dressed and made up like that?” Nick asked. “How’d she ever get in?”I chuckled, “By being a pretty, red-haired, green-eyed, Irish lass. She’s not stupid!”“OK. That makes more sense. What’s with the getup?”“It’s a British counter-culture thing. When I stepped out into the hallway, I slipped in a big pile of it. Lots of laughs, ha ha! I had to go back in and change. That's why I'm late. I'm just glad I landed on my butt and not my computer!" She took a calming breath and saw the room full of people looking in their direction. Blushing, she realized she's spoken loud enough for everybody to hear. "Sorry," she whispered."It's okay. I'll get you a glass of wine. Come on in and relax. I hope you're hungry." Charli's heart skipped a beat. "Hi John," came Jean's voice."Hi Jean, sorry if I disturbed you," I replied."You didn't, I was just sweeping the path and noticed the garage was open," she said with a smile."Sorting out a few old but good toys for the new church playgroup," I said."Want a hand?" Jean asked."If you don't mind getting dusty," I replied.Jean came round and started helping with some of the more awkward boxes and we soon had the stuff stacked in a dry area ready for packing."Thanks," I said. "You helped make that.