" She said. " That's not a problem." I said, resuming my assault. My hands pushed her dress up to her waist as I shoved my tongue down her throat. She... moaned again as my fingers curled under her lace panties and pulled them down over and off her legs. She looked up at me and said, " I really don't think I can do this, I can't do this." I replied, " Oh yes you will... all 9 inches." She kept shaking her head, " No please. John. I am serious! I don't think it will fit." " Just trust me baby,. To her partial disappointment, I licked upward from the perineal area to the opening of her pussy up to her clitoris. It was all in one swift motion. She gasped at the sudden sensation. Some of her vaginal secretion was on my tongue. I gladly kept it in my mouth to enjoy its taste. That one quick lick was just a teaser trailer. Now it was time for the previews before the movie. I didnt start to attack her clitoris full force right away. I licked at her labia, first the outer portion, then I. Perhaps there was a zephyr that jostled the vine leaves that morning, but it seemed to me to be more of a sigh. As a few small drops of Laurence's blood soaked slowly into the red earth of the Languedoc and I sensed that our libation to Mother Earth had been received with gratefulness. For a few moments at least, we radiated in her pleasure. A whispered comment to Laurence brought a smile that transcended words, as if from Gaia herself. I basked in that smile.As our passion receded we dressed. They weren't left like stringless puppets. Carmen still felt it, that gave me hope. Annette had told me she was hurting too. I felt tears forming in my eyes. Annette was dead."Are you alright?" The little girl asked me."I lost my grandma a few days ago," It wasn't too far from a lie."Oh, I'm sorry," She looked like she was about to cry along with me. I could feel myself toughening up. He didn't like his sluts crying. I put on a big smile."It's OK, It's sad but she's in a better place now," I.