" I'm afraid to tell you what you've been doing."She moved in with me that day. Or we moved back and forth with each other. Her place. Mine. It didn't...matter. We slept together almost every night. That morning she wanted to show me she could suck me without crying, and she could. We spent hours in bed, sipping hot chocolate and reading the Sunday papers and bothering each other.Once we finally got up, she stood at the living room window, looking over the mass of alleys and buildings and the. I get to touch your pussy now. And here was the thing. She dropped her clothes, laid back on the couch, spread her thighs, and used her left hand to part her pubic hair and two fingers to open her twat and still kept her right hand on my cock.I laid down on the sofa against Sherry and I reached over and put my index finger into a very wet, slippery pussy that felt a lot like a raw oyster when you rub the meat in your fingers. And the smell, I could not characterize, certainly not bad, but not. Alight snow was beginning to fall, the cold winter breeze picking up nowas Ted pulled his coat collar up and looked over his ticket stub and somepapers he had found in his pocket while standing in the florescent lightof the parking lot.With practiced ease Tim quickly tossed his baseball cap into the backseat. After taking off his coat he tossed it in back as well. The sturdycowboy boots were removed and a white sweat sock quickly placed into eachone before the boots were back on the floor. He did not like this. It felt like a betrayal. But the Holy Order trumped all other considerations, even someone he admired. He turned his eyes forward and uttered a yelp rather unbecoming of his station as he shuddered to a stop and flung himself backwards, then stumbled and fell to the ground. He raised an arm when a hand thrust towards him from below the face which had popped out of nowhere."Please, let me help you up," said Jollis with a smile.The Cohort hesitated before he clasped the.