Gently, yet with just the smallest hint of anger in her eyes and in her voice, she replied. “Mi Pablo, my love, you’re full of shit.”Startled at... her use of profanity I gave her a quick look. “Yes, Pablo, I know profanity. I know how and when to use it. That doesn’t mean I use it often. Now, I don’t know where these thoughts you are having come from, but I’ll tell you that they are the wrong thoughts for you to be having. Great grandfather told me that you were a defender, a protector, as well.. She grabbed a quick change of clothes, a simple sundress and a pair of panties, and few of her toiletries and stuffed them in her purse. Then she left and headed for Molly’s Irish Pub, a place she was very familiar with from the old days. Molly’s is as authentic an Irish tavern as you’ll find in the American South, and it was packed with LSU fans watching the game on one of the three TV’s that hung in several places inside. Melanie’s heart was pounding, and she was a touch fearful, especially. After that she just sat there in the chair without moving for a moment to enjoy the feeling.Then she got up and headed over behind the counter to the silverware drawer and got out a spoon. She pulled down her pants and squatted down on the floor. She stuck the spoon up in her and wow the cold made her shiver. She was able to reach behind it with the spoon and pop it out. She made a soft little moan as it popped out. She put it in her pocket and went back to finish her dinner. Later when she got. " I laughed nervously, uncomfortable with where the conversation was headed. "You know that. But none of them will ever change the way I feel about you, Stacey; I love you." I know," she sighed. "Give me a little lick?"Smiling happily, I collapsed to my knees and helped her lift the hem of her dress above her hips. I kissed her gently, almost reverently, and then caressed her folds with my tongue before settling in to milk the juices from her body. As Stacey's taste intensified in my mouth and.