She tried forming a cross with a couple forks, but nothing happened.Still, she was pretty sure that Paul was some sort of monster. If he was not intri...nsically evil, a cross wouldn't do any harm.That day, Alice bought a small wooden cross. Hiding it under her bed, she carefully woke up before Paul the next morning. He was biting her neck again, bringing that wonderful burning feeling--no! She would not let this evil live.She touched the cross to Paul's forehead, and he burst into flame.. There wasn't much-- an Esso station, an Italian restaurant with green and red neon in the windows, a tiki bar called Kahana Hula. The tiki bar looked marginally more lively, so he went in.There were half a dozen tables, half of them occupied by older couples, and the usual Polynesian accoutrements-- thatched roof over the bar, primitive statues, exotically-patterned wallpaper. The jukebox was playing Jo Stafford, not quite with the theme. But what caught Ed's eye was the bartendress-- six feet. Unhookingthe shoulder straps from the bodice she stripped my dress and girdle ofin one long pull leaving me standing there in nothing but my panties andstockings. "Now we are getting somewhere," Sheri purred. "Now let's seewhat is going on between those legs." Slipping her thumbnail under thewaistband of my panties she slowly slid them down my legs revealing thewet spot in the gusset the result of the plug humming away in my tenderass. "We can save these as a special treat for later," Sheri. My fingers separate your pussy lips and I run them inside of you a little bit, massaging the inside of your pussy walls, you beg me for more. It is Mother's Day, your wish is my command. I move my mouth down to your clit and I play with her with my tongue and lips as I begin to explore your pussy deeper and harder with my fingers, your body is moving with each stroke of my fingers and your breathing is becoming faster and shallower. You grab my head and pull me toward your clit and you.