"Oooooohhhhhohohohohoh..." he gasped and gave a deep throaty laugh. "Mmmmm," I respond, now slowly dragging my tongue all the way up his buttcrack ove... and over and over again. "Ooohhh, fuck, what are you doing, slut? Ohhh fuck..." "Mmmmm, what does it feel like?" "Ohhhh my god, that feels good." "You like that? what am I doing? Tell me." "You're licking my ass..." he whispers to me. "That's right I am." Now I dive back in and start really focusing on his rosebud. I circle my tongue around the. I will only say those words to you when the time is right, otherwise those words are cheap and without meaning. And I desperately want those words to have meaning when I say them to you.Well, back to the other day. After we finished lunch, but not quite finished with our conversation, we went back to school to go to English class. After English class, we went to the 3rd floor of the library, to write our personal memoirs for class. We worked on this for a while, and surprisingly Brian didn't. “This is what we mean by the influence of Literature on the Arts,” Merck lectured. “It is not replicating a scene, but letting words flow through the artist to inspire artwork. Is Blackburn’s Inferno an illustration of Dante’s Inferno? How could you be so dense as to think that? It is an artwork inspired by a piece of literature. But not just the literature. This work was equally inspired by the model.” He was really on a roll.“That inspiration comes in different forms. Look, for example, at. ..I blushed at her comments.N: Mom!M: Between us girls there should be no shame dear. You know very wellthat I love lingerie, you?ve seen me buying it, wearing it, you?ve alsoseen my dresser full of it. It's one of the perks of being a woman and Iam glad to see that you've embraced it from the start.N: It was thanks to Susan... I guess she saw something in me...M: Yes she did... You should thank her sometime.N: I will. (If only mom knew...)She sat down and placed the syringe on top of her.