“Thanks,” she whispered, “my place later, I want you to get that cock right inside me,” and with that Susan turned and stared directly at Hele...’s cunt. As she walked towards her she felt her own juices slip down her thigh. She was so wet, she thought. The hunger in her stomach was reaching a climax, but first she was hungry for pussy juice. Helen watched Susan walk towards her, she watched as she reached her, dropped to her knees and placed both her hands on her thighs and pushed them further. Both women held me quietly; we didn't need to say anything. I felt Derwen's frustration drain out of her in our link, filling her emotion with satisfaction instead. Swarta's naked attentions imparted visible forgiveness and pleasure at my well-being. I had come to care deeply for both of these women, so I kissed their lips one at a time and squeezed their bodies lightly to soothe them. "I promise to act more thoughtfully in the future," I whispered, honestly. It must have been the right thing. Of course at thirty, he was well past his sexual peakand Marisa at twenty-seven had a ways to go to reach herpeak.He glanced over at her breasts again. Her bra had beendriving her crazy where it rubbed her nipples and shelost it during the first hour of their five hour drive.All Marisa was wearing over her black shorts was a greenblouse that looked lovely under her red hair. The blousewas loose and gaped open between buttons and she’d evenundone a couple as if her breasts needed air. He. I prepared all this stuff to take with me. It included monologues and music pieces. I did “My Angry Vagina” from The Vagina Monologues. I thought I was being really daring, but an acting coach jumped up on the stage and sat down with me—just two chairs facing each other. She made a few suggestions and then said we’d do a little exercise. I would say one sentence and she would respond, ‘I hate you.’ It changed the entire tone of the monologue and how I interpreted it. Then we did the same thing.