Not being dense, I went with her, guessing that she had some delightful idea in mind, and was I ever right! The next thing that I knew, my pants were ...down in the restroom stall and Cheryl's lips gave me a kiss of her own, well below the waist. She began sucking first the head, and then more, gradually taking more of my dick inside her mouth. Her dress was off now, too, exposing her lovely flesh for my appraisal.I was fully hard now. Cheryl saw as much, so she bent over in the stall and spread. As we filed out of the dressing room, we were each given a slip of paper with our one big line on it. God! You should've heard all those half nude cuties mumbling the words, trying different versions, different inflections out on the insipid phrase.The line was: "Chef Fido's Gourmet Pooch is doggy dee- lishus!"A chick in glasses made us go single file through a door marked "Make Up," where a natty little twerp dusted our tits and asses with anti-shine powder and sent us on our way. Another line. "About the accident." Simon tightened his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. He leaned back on the couch and pulled her with him so that they lay next to each other. "I get them when I'm stressed," she continued, "and between work and Thanksgiving, I can just feel myself getting worked up." "It's all right," he said. "I know they must be scary, but they're just dreams." She snuggled closer to him, seeking comfort in warmth and physical contact. "They're horrible." She looked up at. As my tongue continued to explore her body it made its way back to her tits, then back to her lips for more kissing. Then I started back down to her tits again and continued down to between her legs, up and down her thighs. As I could feel her tension mounting, I let her have it. My tongue started flicking back and forth across her clit, then down into her warm sweet love box. It was dripping by now and aching for more. My tongue continued to find its way between her clit and her love.