." You bastard, you have been saying you were going to guitar lessons, but you were ...."She banged the phone hard and cried ,everything that came her... way was thrown in alldirections, be it a vase, be it an unwashed coffee mug, or even a cushion. Until her eyes came to a framed picture of her and Graham. She smashed her fist hard on it. The glass shattered. Her hand started to bleed. This thirty one year old cried like a child, no friends, and now, no lover. She lookedin the mirror. Her blonde. To be perfectly frank, you remind me of my own daughter and I wish no less for you than I ever did for her. These days my daughter is beyond my reach, I have only my grandson to offer me any optimistic outlook, and its my most sincere hope that one day he finds a young woman like yourself. Unfortunately, there are too few of you in the world, so I’m loathe to send you on this mission, exposing you to the same kind of depravity that claimed my only daughter. I must trust that you have the. Marie smiled, Jerry blushed.When Marie and Jerry returned to the table, his friend said to anyone who would listen, "Jerry, that had to be the hottest demonstration of sexy dancing that I have ever seen. Made me hard just watching you two." His wife said she thought it was disgusting, and that he'd better not be hard. Marie laughed and excused herself. Jerry said nothing and Ruth simply asked if he really had to dance like that.But Jerry knew that Ruth was not happy and he found out just how. She opened her clasp and spread her thighs with a small “ummm”. As my face slid on her left thigh my tongue made a wet pattern on the smooth silky skin leaving a trail and I could feel her shivers with her sharp pull of breath.She was clean and had shaved herself, I could feel the coarse stubs as my tongue ran over her mound. She was moaning “manganda” (beautiful) “magdala sa (carry on) lang” and her hands were running on my hair. I peeked over her belly, she had tossed her head over the pillow.