‘You lazy fucking slut,’ he yelled, and looked ready to hit me — again. I knew he wouldn’t be interested to know that I’d spent all afternoo... in the hospital, where the oncologist had given my brother three months at best. Ever since poor Tim had fallen ill, I had been unable to concentrate on anything else, seeking only the comfort afforded me by my best friend Judith. But Gerry was still there, glowering, red-faced, down at me, and when I made a valiant attempt to tell him about Tim, all he. She cried out, her frail body sensitively responding to every stimuli. I felt the flow of fluid increase, and I sucked it all up. Her right hand released my head, untangling itself from my long black hair, and I glimpsed her hand slip under her shirt and up to her breasts. I let my tongue glide up to her clit as she did this, and as I flicked it lightly and then faster with increasing pressure, I heard her moan. I felt it too, her thighs tensing around me, her arm moving beneath her shirt but. We were standing next to a small tree, using it to balance and hang on to for support. She held to one of the lower tree branches and spread her legs. Enough so that I had access to lick the stream of pussy juice coming from between her large pussy lips. A week’s worth of passion was built up in both of us. We weren’t thinking with our minds, we were thinking with our swollen genitals. I got down on my knees to have access to her pussy. Her eighteen-year-old clitoris, while not huge, was firm. He walked to the hidden closet, only one other person knew where itwas – Dr Beverly Crusher – he opened it and saw it was empty.“Lore,” he said, his voice shook with anger and he found himselfshaking, his hands balled into fists that he had to consciously pull open.He strode out into the corridors, one eye flashing with anger, theother a baleful red, and stepped into the turbolift,”Bridge.”“A hangover,” said Worf angrily,”You were drunk?”“I’m sorry Worf,” Deanna said simply,”It seemed such a.