On a 10+, Cheryl stays, take +1 Forward

Cheryl watches your tongue circle your lips. She takes a deep breath and licks her own, then smiles. "No," she says. "No reason to hurry. And I want to have something else to be thankful for."

"You wanting to taste my pie, Cheryl?" you say. "I'd like that."

She grins, a broad smile lighting up her round face.

Roll +HOT(+4) to TELL HER to eat your pussy (using GET FUCKED): 11+4 = 15, take +1 Forward.
Roll +HARD(+1) using GET FUCKED when Cheryl eats you: 3+1 = 4, Miss.

Cheryl moves the seat cushion you were using as a knee rest and takes her place in front of you. You let Cheryl undo your mom jeans and peel them down your legs.

"Those are cute," she says. "Angels and hearts. Oh. Wait."

Your underwear is printed with a flock of little naked angels shooting arrows at hearts. Some of the hearts have more arrows, some are still lonely and yearning. A few of the angels are wide-eyed from taking an arrow in one of their round pink butt cheeks.

"Naughty angels," Cheryl says. "Naughty, naughty angels. Oh, Mary."

"My honeybear bought them for me," you say. "But in my heart of hearts, that's what I feel. I've taken a lot of love arrows. I love that feeling. But none of them actually in the back door. Yet."

Cheryl eases your panties off as you shift to take the weight off your seat, then your knees.

"You smell hot, Mary," Cheryl says. "My mouth is watering."

"Please enjoy," you say. "And let us both be thankful."

"Amen," Cheryl says.

"Amen," you echo.

Cheryl is clearly a lady who likes to eat pie. Such sweet sounds of hunger and joy from her throat. Such lovely licks up and down your lady-lips.

"Oh Cheryl, hon," you say. "Lick me to Heaven."

"Mmmhmm, mmhot," Cheryl murmurs.

The wind shifts and you smell smoke. Blinking, you look down the hill. In the golden afternoon light, you see a flicker of yellow-orange-red and a billow of smoke.

"Fire!" you say. "Cheryl, sweetie, we've got to get out of here."

Roll +COOL(0) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE.