After 90 minutes she said, ‘We have movement on the veranda. They are bringing out melons, and other cut fruit. Here comes the rolling bar. The band... is coming outside, and is playing. They are having a party.’ ‘Let me know when you see him on the patio.’ Paul put together his Remington 700, checked loading port for dust or dirt, and inserted the magazine filled with Remington’s .338 Magnum Lapua rounds. He loaded one round into the chamber, turned on the laser indicator, and opened the. Now get busy,” I ordered. Lifting it with her tongue she slid it into her mouth, closed her lips around it, and began a milking action that was amazing. Frances had some skills. I wondered briefly if she’d ever sucked David’s dick like this, or if it was something she picked up after turning tricks.Flaccid, I’m nothing special to look at; pretty puny actually. But I swell up nice and pretty soon her mouth was stuffed. There was about two inches that weren’t getting any attention. “Take it all. She drank iced tea. ‘Well. I’m embarrassed,’ she said, feigning innocence, ‘I can’t talk about it with my mother and I don’t have many girlfriends. It’s questions about. Well… about, what men and women do… when… you know… when they’re alone.’ It went on like this for twenty or so minutes. To his delight and horror he thought his fantasy was about to come true. She piled it on thick. All embarrassment and curiosity and tried to look conflicted, relying on him to explain things to her. ‘So what. And yet there was one part ofmy brain that kept repeating the words "what if".Me?"But..."She let that hang for a few seconds. She had my rapt attention. I wasalmost shaking with anticipation of what the 'but' could mean."But you must still make the crossing."Then she let go of my hands. Her face hardened. She'd reached somelimit, perhaps. Something that was making her end it.I sputtered. "Crossing? What does that mean? Like crossing a bridge orsomething?"She shook her head, her lips shut.