“The reason I asked is we need to get more, then, because it’s my favorite. About all I drink is that and Spumante. Asti or Ballatore, and there i...s a Moscato Asti as well. Anyway, we need to keep it on the list for the wino here.”“Shit, Collie, you are not a wino. A glass a day or so does not make you a sot. Slut maybe, but my slut,” I kidded with her. She didn’t drink very much at all.“You, sir, are a bad boy! Connie, lay down here so I can put this on your butt. You are a little more than a. I had picked her up rather than just met her there. And I was decked out in an outfit that Nan and Jessica had picked out together for me. Not a single item was labeled "Sears".I did have to admit I looked rather good when I had examined myself in the mirror prior to calling the cab. The pale blue pants suit I had chosen was set off by the brightly colored scarf tucked in the top of the jacket. Unbelievably I was even wearing regular women's shoes. Okay they were NOT high heels, but they were. Her moans filled my ears before her thighs tightened around my head, her fingers tangling themselves in my hair as her cunt rode my face. I licked and sucked at her lips and clit before shoving my long writhing tongue into her, enjoying the taste of her arousal. But my efforts to clean her of her own juices were counterproductive; each stroke of my tongue brought more flooding as I felt her body shake in climax, her hips bucking erratically over my face. "Mmmm," I let out a sigh of. Except that when my sight blob got closer, I saw that the mic was cabled to headphones he was wearing and to a large tape recorder he was wearing at waist level, secured by a strap over his shoulders. Not only wouldn't the mic fall on the other side of the wall from him, but I didn't want that tape getting away in case it contained something interesting. He was so focused on his job that I feared it did. If the tape contained something REALLY interesting, then I didn't want him to get away.