Samantha Flair’s Fifth Round: Dripping and Ready for More

I hope she stays sweet when she grows up.”
The following Saturday, Andrea had made up a sort of picnic lunch of fried chicken, macaroni salad, and lemonade. Vxxx Finding the door open and mother in bed, I asked, “Why are you in bed?”
“I thought you would be with Andrea. I was five ten, so we matched up quite nicely. I thought to myself that if I could do this three or four times a day, I would never have to drink chlorinated tap water. She’s planning to get a snack.”
“A snack?” I asked as I dished some scrambled eggs onto both our plates. She was taking it deep with a swallow and pulling off with a swallow.