" She scribbled on a pad. "What soup?" Oh, boy, I'd forgotten about soup. "Uhhhh.... egg drop for me, andhe'd like won ton." She scribbl...ed. "Okay!" she smiled, and I smiled back. She tookour menus away and left. "What's won ton?" Travis asked. "You'll like it," I told him.***17:51 7 Mar "So what's the weather been like here?" I asked him, desperate tobreak the silence. "Uh, kind of cold, it's been raining a lot..." He thought. "Idunno," he said. "When was. I sat back in my chair, sipping champagne, and I listened to Harry and Rachel reminisce about their times together. It was obvious there was real love and affection, mutually felt. I had a thousand thoughts racing through my head. When Rachel muttered about “those parties”, was she referring to the type of party I attended last weekend? It boggled my already fragile senses. I also had a strange feeling that I had seen her somewhere before. Obviously, I had never met her in real life, because. “S’ a dangerous prof ... proffershin...” She ducked her head forward. “S’almost as bad as sailoring it is.”“Sally, did you sneak some vodka off the Fairgale?” Gillian asked, frowning ever so slightly.“Nnnnooooo,” Sally said. “I took it.”Thus, we walked through the streets of Caladon, getting a feel for the place. Virginia stayed ever by my side, but ‘Magnus’ and Sally did sometimes take excursions upon themselves, to investigate bars and taverns and other places that would slow us down. By the. After several slurping, gliding plunges of her encircling lips on his firm prick, she raised her head. She threw a leg across him and mounted up, aiming his sturdy lance into the aching hole amid her blonde pubes. She dropped until she was sitting on Cal's balls and his hard cock was sticking all the way up inside her."Jesus, you're tight!" he exclaimed. "What a pussy!" Shut up and fuck!" Millie demanded, realizing that she sounded like the worst kind of tramp, but not caring any more.She began.