“I am so sorry John”, she says to break to tension. “No, I am the one who should be sorry Karen. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it.” We... stand at the bar chatting for a long time. There is obvious tension between us both, which has never remotely been there before, and we speak basically daily. I have also never seen anything in her usual attire to hint at the amazing body that is clearly there. There are small touches between us and she is playing with her hair a lot. Both sending off. They often seemed absolutely real to me. And at other times I experienced flashbacks. I would relive something that happened to me in my past. It was always very confusing. Luckily for me Liz was with me and she generally knew when I was ‘tripping’ as she called it. She was the one who would snap me out of it. I relaxed for a moment and watched Liz fidget with some sandwiches. The room had no windows and the temperature seemed quite warm. It was probably somewhere in the 76 to 78 degree range.. It was cold and tasted sweet and artificial. I turned towards her again and spread her pussy with one hand, while my other ran the cold, wet ice along her unsuspecting labia.She startled at the sensation, trying to turn and look when Triss grabbed her head and pulled her back down on his cock, not letting her go this time. When she resumed sucking him, I inserted the long popsicle stick into her rosy twat, trying to run it as deep as I could.When I pulled it back out, it had melted slightly. He asked, “What are you looking at? Why aren’t you watching what’s going on here?”“Don’t get your panties in a bind. I’m watching what’s going on there. I’m also watching the sun set over the Rocky Mountains,” answered Annette. She sighed and said, “So much beauty in this world.”“Well, I’d appreciate it if you’d pay a bit more attention here. If you hadn’t noticed, we’re surrounded by a bunch of people who have a good reason to be hostile,” said Oscar returning his gaze to the rooftops. His.