I pause to draw tiny circles around you belly button. I can smell your sex now as my fingers continue to stir your sweet nectar with expert handling o... your pussy. Slower than you can stand I work my mouth down to replace my fingers. The smell of your sex is so very intoxicating and swirls in my nostrils like the last tendrils of a good hit of pot. I slide off the bed and pull your hips towards my face so I can focus all my oral talent on the prize before me. Slowly I lick my way around your. Itried to lighten the atmosphere by saying how much I enjoyed the eveningand I didn't know that she could dance, but she remained subdued whenshe went to work. She called me at work and suggested we go out fordinner, something we did rarely because we were always watching ourbudget.That evening we sat on the terrace at the River Run Bar and Grill. Noone was near us and we talked softly."I feel terrible about last night." No Marsha, why?" I feel as though I raped you."Again I tried to lighten. I looked absolutely slutty and I loved it. I love this outfit because I know that the slightest bend or sway in my walk allows for a tremendous view of the bottoms of my ass cheeks. It’s one of those views that I see on women, that pretty much leaves me paralyzed and drooling. However, I was not going to just walk out through my neighborhood to my car like that. So I put on some baggy sweatpants, a hooded sweatshirt, and some sneakers. I threw my wig and shoes in a bag and I was ready to go. As. Jean, too, was taken with Selma, so everything had a way of fitting together.Doug and Betty both were relieved when they finally left. They were beginning to think they'd never be alone together again. Harvey, Jean and Selma all seemed to be insatiable and never tired of new variations. Betty knew, that come the morning, the crowded events of this day would come back into her brain with perfect clarity, if she wanted to remember them. But she was doubtful that she did. But one thing she was.