He took his time sucking and licking it off my lips, making me melt like the frosting did on his tongue. “Mmm, girl, you are one tasty gingerbread g...irl,” he moaned. “Got some sprinkles?” I pulled away to grab the sprinkles and then back to the fridge to grab a jar of leftover Maraschino cherries. I waved them in front of his face. “If you’re good, I’ll let you pop my cherry,” I said, wickedly. We cased the refrigerator and the cabinets to find whatever spreadable edibles we could find and snuck. But if u shave it, it would look even better. That’s why am telling you)Mom: “hmm ok da apo, shave panita pochu.. But epadi shave panradhu nu therlaye!!” (ok then I will take it, but I don’t know how to shave it)Me: [with hesitation] “ammaa… nee thappa ninachikalana, un akkula na shave panni vidalama??” (mom if you don’t min, shall I shave your armpits?)Mom: “ada chee.. Idha than ivlo thayakathoda ketiya? Hmmm idhula thappa ninachika enna da iruku?? Neeye en akkula shave panni vidu…” (for this. Dope!" Alicia clapped auspiciously. "That's right, we're gonna have a nice turn-out today. So be ready to suck some cock and swallow lots of cum!" Mrs. Demarco, as was her sprightly nature, suddenly shot up off her lounge chair and glanced at the large-display digital clock over the tent entrance. "Whoa! I gotta get ready. I need to pee and lose this bikini before customers start piling in here." She raced over to her personal restroom, hastily untying her bikini-top. "You girls go to your BJ. It ain’t my job to keep track of him.”The drunk was fairly new on the scene in Wilkins. The rumor was that he was a drummer for some eastern notions outfit. That he had gotten hooked onto the various nostrums and narcotics that his company offered. But when the company fired him, He had quickly switched to booze. Working his way down the quality ladder to where he would guzzle anything to hide reality.Next, Obie approached Stanley, “YOU, why in the hell haven’t I gotten these messages?” Jackson.