"Yeah," she said, looking at me while biting her nails. "But, you seemed different. You weren't you, well, never once you. Youweren't 'My Mitchie.' Yo... were like... someone else or somethin.' That'skyn'a weird." ONE 2006The doctor informed me that it was more than likely a mental disorder. What is it with me and women doctors, I asked myself for the hundredthtime. "How long have these... 'episodes' been happening?" she asked."I. It was all precum and pussy lube, the natural juices our bodies made to make fucking easier. We were both desperate to climax. I could smell our sex on the air, the heavy, pungent aroma of sweat and musky arousal. Our bodies were flushed and sticky, and everywhere that Jimmy touched me I felt a sharp tingling. I had goosebumps, but I couldn't cum."That was fantastic!" I decided. "I can't believe I didn't cum!" Me neither," Jimmy sighed. We were on our backs, side-by-side on his bed as we caught. "No... Tom, no... you must" my urgent pleas were left unheeded until I was writhing beneath him.Whimpering for release, I thought I would scream but instead I shouted "Tom suck my clit! Do it now!" not a millisecond passed before his mouth savagely attacked my clit, his tongue worked with a vengeance, making my hips buck, my eyes roll back and a load moan escaping my lips as my orgasm shoots through me.And so there I lie, stretched out on my big double bed as Tom crawls his way up between my. Anna and I turned to see what everyone was applauding. Turned out it was us. Smiling at everyone, we waved, and then applauded the musicians. Giving Anna my arm we descended the outside stairs to join the party in the courtyard below.Cristina met us as we reached the bottom step and escorted us through the dancers to a table where Celia was just setting down our lunch. With a grin, Martina reached around me as I sat down to add a small plate of bizcochitos. Smiling my thanks, I quickly popped.