His mouth on my clit. Ice cold. He has the ice in his mouth as he starts to pleasure me. I’m shrieking with desire, writhing and arching toward him ...trying to make as much contact as possible. He moves lower and pushes his cold tongue into me and I’m nearly delirious. Over and over and plunges his tongue into me, delving deeply and tasting my copious juices that are now mixing with the melting ice. He’s relentless. As each piece of ice melts away and my pussy begins to warm, he pauses to insert. ”“I know and I figured that you three would better spend it together. I’ll stay home and start putting their things together.”I looked at her in amazement. We had talked about this weekend away together. Deb used to love to fish and it was a chance to spend a weekend cuddle in a sleeping bag together. I had put this fishing trip together, but ‘we’ had made all the plans.“Deb, what the hell is going on?”“Nothing is going on. The twins have always shared a closer bond with you than with me. I. Grace sensed the change in light coming from the door. She held up afinger to say "wait just a sec," finished the entry she was writing, andcame out from behind the counter. She unlocked the door."Well good morning darling," she said as Marcia bustled into the shopwith her packages. "So what is it going to be today?" Orange-spice muffins and blueberry goat cheese tarts." Yum," Grace said. "You can put me down for one of each."There are places that seem to exist because people were intending to. To wear it in mixed company had required a bit of Dutch courage even before we had left home and a lot more later on too; to say I was drunk would be an accurate description. My Husband is not the greatest of dancers, so after a few numbers he abandoned me for the bar. I was left alone on the dance floor, but not for long. I was soon joined by a tall good-looking Australian guy, who took me in his arms for a slow smooch. His hands soon found my naked tits beneath my low cut neckline. My drink.