Walking into the kitchen, Erin was sitting at the table watching the doorway. She didn’t look happy.“It’s about time.”“So what would you lik...e to do today?”“I’ll think about it during breakfast.”Getting everything ready I made what we called dip eggs. The whites fully cooked, but the yolk running so you could dip your toast in it. We sat down and ate. Erin was rather quiet as she ate; guess she was thinking about how to torture me all day long. Surprisingly she helped me clean up the kitchen. Peanut butter with homemade apple butter, something Ihaven't eaten in years."I missed these," I said between bites. We talked about nothing for alittle while, enjoying the breeze watching the large boats disappearover the horizon."So Erin, how are you."I stopped and looked out towards the bay. "I'm OK, Una, I guess." Not from what I could see, you have been holding that in for a longtime."I looked back at her and nodded.She smiled setting down a small container of homemade peanut butter. I had some shopping to do across the border which was about an hour by car from my home and I offered to drive her home which was about a 10 minutes drive and on my way.However, she convinced me that we should spent the day together and she would go with me across the border.We drove by her flat to pick up her passport and I waited in her living room when she went to bed room to change cloth.I was looking around when she made herself ready. She had pictures of some k**s on the rack - Did she. I could look at it forever. It draws me as though it were the center of my being. She plays with it a little to show me the inner and the outer lips and the way they open up, and the clit and the little pee hole.“It’s just – beautiful, Miss Pennwell,” I say. “I – I’d like to – can I kiss it?”She whispers yes. I kneel on the bed and put my mouth right between her legs, right on that lovely pink twat that’s the center of her femininity. It’s soft, yielding, wet, and it has a musky odor. I press.