It doesn’t even have to be a big noise but noise goes right through him as if he’s being electrocuted. He can’t stand loud music. As if it’s s...atic noise, even people rudely, loudly, and obnoxiously talking on their cell phones at the bank in line ahead of him unnerves him and assaults his senses enough to make him leave the line. Noise makes him nervous, restless, and jittery. Noise makes him want to beat the crap out of the person creating all of the noise. ‘Shut the fuck up! Just shut the. She was running her lips and tongue over her other hand, actually, most of her arm, slurping down Betty's copious juices.She looked a lot like a cat cleaning herself.Abruptly his attention was drawn back to the Pollards when a small hand with a powerful grip clasped his upper arm. Helen was leaning forward towards him. Frank was visibly swaying, his body physically spent. He took an unsteady step forward, pressing his wife into Jared's arms. "The fucking cunt hasn't had enough yet." He. She was like a bottled up volcano. And as much as her mind, conditioned by years of orthodox values, was hating what was happening, her starved body was disobeying her and responding happily.Mehra noticed her quickened breath, the goosebumps, and the shivering and was delighted to note that this little bitch was actually enjoying what he was doing. He kissed her on the lips clumsily. She tried to turn away, but he held her head in place and thrust his fat tongue inside her mouth. Not wanting to. His hands moved up to the tops of her thighs and he looked up at her, seeing her leaning against the bridge, her back arched wantonly and her breasts glistening in the moonlight. He pushed her panties to the side and slowly started to run his tongue up her slit. He felt her start to tremble before he even got to the bottom of her lips. She felt her legs trembling and tightened her grip on the bridge as she felt his hands go to her hips to help hold her up. His mouth moved closer to her and he.