“So, what happened?” I asked to start the conversation going, “Who did that to you?”“M ... m ... my girlfriend,” she replied but so quietl... I had to strain to hear her.“The bitch!” I exclaimed, “what the fuck had you done to deserve it?”I had suspected for some time that Sherri was not into men, so it came as no shock to discover she had a girlfriend, but I had never guessed that the relationship was an abusive one.“I burnt the dinner.” Her voice trailed off when she realised how lame that. "Oh yes, oh yes, right there. Right there!"The girl was sucking and laving the swollen clitoral bud. It had fully ripened below her caresses. It was as big as an erect nipple.The girl worked her untiringly, moaning into the sopping pussy as she feasted upon her. From time to time she delved her tongue into the deep folds of her pussy, licking around and into her vagina, Thornton delighting in the loud gasps and hisses that emanated from her. Her head was thrown back, and her legs shook in. Finally the last one came free. She looked at him, nervous about her small breasts, then slipped the blouse off her shoulders. She dropped it into the box, on top of her purse. She turned back to him. Determined, she sat up tall and arched her back, offering her breasts to him. One hand teased a nipple, rolling between his thumb and finger. Damn it feels good. His fingers disappeared. She opened her eyes to him pointing down at her skirt. Even though she’d shown him her pussy and ass, and. I made it to the 'Cinnamon Heaven' bake shop without screaming, so I thought the walk was a success. I chose to skip the instant calories, but I went for the Amaretto Coffee. It was different. It was not as much to my liking as Helen's Cell Block Six coffee, but it was different.I struggled back to the food court and sat down with the coffee cup. I looked across at the old men and felt something like admiration for them. I wasn't sure what their stories were, but they seemed to be engaged in.