Accidental Crossroads
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 7
His interest was pointing straight up. The white terrycloth robe lost its tent.
"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Cassie said. "It went away ... I knew it was too good to be true! But, still, it was the longest I've ever seen one ... ulp!"
John dropped the robe.
"Holy Shit!"
Talk about your sudden reversals.
John dropped between her legs ... her cooter winked and drooled. Hey, I'm still a country boy.
I know Virginia has the reputation of Bright Lights Big City. The closest town is over the ridge from Frogmorton. The village had the enviable name of Grundy ... compared to Frogmorton ... it IS Bright Lights Big City. Grundy: A population of some 2000 people ... and losing steadily. It floods regularly ... eight times since 1929. There are 100 women for 89 males. Sure I learned about women.
John stuck his tongue in Cassie's cooter and tried to tickle her tonsils with it.
"I tink you boke by node," John said, after he was able to retrieve his head from between tightly clenched thighs. He screwed it down tightly.
"Oh, I AM sorry" ... she looked down ... his interest hadn't flagged a bit. Cassie's eyes got as big as silver dollars. "You didn't lose it? I don't know as much as I thought I did ... I mean ... I read all the after rescue journals. One has to be objective about written history ... things are never what they are purported to be. I know, I mean, I didn't know. My expectations? Gone down the flusher ... that is impressive." She nodded at 'it'.
John let her babble for a few minutes ... he still hadn't gone down when she ran down.
"It's still up?"
"As long as you don't have clothes on ... it's going to be up," John said. "I don't know what Your mirror says to you but from this side ... you have to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I thought Elizabeth was something ... but you..."
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