Mica slid off his chair and joined me on my bench. Again he looked into my eyes. He sought my lips, kissed me. His hand unfastened the dablouse the rest of the way. I couldn't help bending over and kissing his p***s inside his slickpants and I stroked it with my hand.
Mica's breath was hot on my breasts. His hand reached under my white dress where I was bare. His fingertips touched that slit there and discovered how wet it had become.
I have never, ever had an evening like last night. I can't describe it so I won't! And why would I anyway?
I'm glad Olive likes good food. Our breakfast was simple and fabulous. The gofee she made was dark, fresh, strong. Maybe she'll make it for Ronnie; he'd go mad. I had two cups and was working on a third when she said, "What did you think of Garner ye
