Well, I may as well check out the bar down the street. "The Tavern" I could handle; it doesn't matter if the management has no imagination, as long as... the regulars have such -and the management doesn't get in their way. Still, "La Taverna" sounds like it's run by illegal emmigrants with no imagination and no English-speaking staff, either.Shouldn't be a problem. You don't have to know much Spanish to get drunk or laid, if you're willing to be pleasant. "La Ovella Negro, una taverna rustica" in. Her tongue ran up and down both lips from the hood of her clit to just above the anal opening. Each time she reached the clit she would pause to run circles around it with her tongue. I could see the effect this had on Lori as each time her legs would tighten and shake slightly. Every fourth or fifth trip up and down with her tongue, Renee would slip her tongue deep inside Lori’s dripping hole and lick out the sweet juices. Was this my wife? I could not believe what I was seeing. My wife had. I can't help myself and again I hold you in an embrace, pinning you against your car, arms wrapped around you, kissing and exploring your mouth with tongue. All those years of not being able to hold you and feel you all come to the surface. My hands trail under your top, up your back, feeling your skin on my fingertips, your warmth running through your body."Get a room, you two!" someone yells as they drive past and we both stop, both of us red-faced as they drive off."I guess we should head. That's what I wanted to speak to you about this morning." "What gift did ... what did you call the god? Fionne? What gift did Fionne grant me?" "Run some water into the basin." Katie turned on the tap and let the sink fill up. "Look into the water, Katie." Katie did as the goddess asked and immediately gasped. Instead of simply seeing the water in the basin, she was looking at the face of a girl. The girl's large brown eyes were accentuated by heavy black eyeliner and they were set either side.