He spread her cheeks wider, pressing his face deep into her soft flesh, probing her voraciously with his tongue as she implored him for more with her ...anguid moans.He felt flushed, a sheen of perspiration glazing his face as his heart raced and his efforts intensified.“Mmm,” Molly purred as her head lolled side to side. She insisted, “I want to taste your cock, Flynn.”That was probably the only thing she could say to stop him at the moment. Immediately, he stood up while she turned around and. The women share with the men the exciting news about where ISE is moving. Their hopes that when their doctorates are done next year, to find places to work on this project.Rob and William tell them that their lives are nowhere near as exciting but have their moments. Rob is an investment banker in Boston, and William is working towards being a partner in a law firm soon, also in Boston. They have a home there and do enjoy the life they have, but now, they confess, the possibilities of Karen. I left that rehearsal with a good feeling. Playing good music in a group is a high you can't really explain. When the music flows so well and effortlessly, it's like you've captured a little of the energy that fuels the universe and swallowed it whole, making you feel like you can fly for hours. It is probably why so many musicians are so god damn promiscuous. You want to share that energy you get after playing good music. It's a high better than drugs and you want to share the joy.Alas, I. Henry crossed the floor to me, looking just a little unsteady on his feet. I was glad he had started early; it would make my evening easier. His pocket watch was in place as was his ring of keys. I saw the iron one sticking out from the rest, a little bigger and a little thicker. I curtsied lower than I needed to. His eyes went directly to the neckline of my frock. "Good evening, Henry," I said sweetly. "Good evening," he replied, tasting his drink. "Dinner is nearly ready." I took a deep.