It was no longer cold. I looked back up at her and replied, “No, you cannot have a beer. However, I’ll get you a cold soda, what would you like?�...�She asked, “Can I see what you have and then pick?”I opened the door and waited for her to follow me in, through the house, and into the kitchen. I dumped my warm beer into the sink and opened the refrigerator for her. It was full of beer, soda, and mixers for drinks.She asked, “Don’t you eat food, Mister?”I laughed and pointed to the other. I can read every nuance of your body's reaction to my touch.Warm, soft, dry kisses down the side of your neck - your head falls forward exposing more of the graceful curve to my ministrations. Your sighs are soft and expectant.I draw a tender fold of flesh into my mouth and suckle on it, biting softly before I move onward. You shiver and moan.Starting at the base of your neck, using only the tip of my moist, stiffened tongue, I seek out the tiny knots that the day's stress has left beneath the. Pam was well aware of where I had left off on her, and she turned her body to let my tongue fondle the nipple I hadn’t licked earlier. It was erect even before I started, and I reveled in the feel of it on my tongue, including the tiny pink dots I knew were there. For about a minute I stroked that nubbin, before switching my attentions to its precious twin. I did the same for that second nipple, licking with broad strokes of my tongue or short thrusts with just the tip. Pam was very quickly. We finally reach the base floor after a tiring trek down the stairs. stay here Ill be right backshe said as she opens the door from the emergency stairs and walks out closing the door behind her. I press my ear up to the wall and listen in to whats happening. nurse Cox did you see him on the stairs at all said by a voice I dont recognize. no Im sorry doctor I havent seen him at all dammit where could that brat have run off to I get a little upset at being called a brat but not enough to make.