‘The getaway driver was another story. I’m sure you’ve seen the TV coverage. He tried to fight my boys. He had a damned .380 pistol and they had... their patrol rifles. The guy was a moron and they blew him out of his socks.’ The sheriff smiled. ‘That makes three counts of first degree felony murder we can hang on the survivor.’ His expression turned grim. ‘One thing we got out of him was the reason for the break-in. They intended to grab your girlfriend here,’ he pointed to Vicky, ‘and demand two. The same girl I've been dreaming of doing all of this to. I panic a little, hoping that she hasn't changed her mind in the last... well, thirty seconds that's she's been in there. God, it feels like it has been so much longer than that. My mind has been speeding through all of what had led us here. A mere pitcure of my hand, among other things, and a few great conversations. Admiration, respect, trust. . . .then I think on what is about to occur. Just thinking about her going to a public. She shared Sara’s forthright manner, a welcome trait in a culture where vague speech and flexible commitments were common. I’m sure more than one graduate thesis dissected the difference between ahora (“now”) and ahorita (“soon, or maybe next month or next year, or maybe never”).We had several long conversations over the weekend about life in the capital, what she did with her time back home, and what she planned for the future. On that last point she wasn’t as clear as I would have liked. That. Then slowly I pulled down her panties. She was so wet, cause you could see her panties wet and sticky as I removed it. I then kissed her thighs and slowly came up to her pussy, running my lips along her inner thighs.Then, I took some saliva from my mouth and spit it on her pussy and rubbed it everywhere. I then slowly started to taste that juicy pussy with my tongue. This was the first time I was tasting pussy, and man oh man, it’s fucking tasty and smells fucking hot. I was so turned on that,.