So I was a little quick to ask "What's that?" But then there's my hubby, as eager to find out as I am, and asking that same question that same moment...."Well," says George. "There's no way I'm gonna tell Mr. Tutti-Frutti here what other flavors there are, what else he can do to pleasure you, and words don't count with matters like this anyhow. But here's what I'm willing to do. Mrs. Vanilla, you're a small woman, petite, but you're very good looking. You have a terrific body. Even though you. It was early February, roads and paths covered in snow, the nights many degrees below freezing. We could, of course, and did meet over coffee and cake in the warmth of a café, and we met like lovers of long-standing. Late in the evening, we again ended up, in shared frustration, in Erna's stairwell.We were victims of climate and the times. We had neither the shelter of a car nor the refuge of a motel. Neither could boys or girls from decent families bring lovers home for the night. Respectable. I start to slowly pull back and unbutton the shirt which shows part of my breasts but i leave the shirt on. He pulls his shirt off, and i lay down pulling you down on tops of me. You take the shirt off of my shoulders and kiss the top of them. i unbutton my jeans, so he can slip them off, and he sees the thong i am wearing and smiles. He kisses down my stomach, every few seconds or so looking up at me. He pulls my thong just enough to expose my swollen clit. I take a deep breath in as he barely. They didn't need to eat anything too heavy, so they could sleep better. They all took one of the five boxes of cereal and poured their bowls full, added their favorite topping and dug in. Cathy left the pitcher of milk on the table in case someone wanted more. They joked and made observations about the last few days. They took turns describing to Mike and Misti about the new place. Cathy was highly impressed with the second pond from the far end. It was surrounded by HUGE weeping willow trees..