You wipe your lips to the back of your hand and smear that nasty little slut's lipstick from your mouth and breathlessly whisper. “thank you, baby.�...� And you are the perfect whore aren't you? The goddess of whores. I'm simply in awe of what you're doing, how you look, and that smell. That gorgeous mix of weed, perfume and pussy tickling my senses. I'm in awe of the perfection of the slightly smeared lipstick. It's perfection is ethereal, almost spiritual in it's essence. An archetype of the. Tell us your name and your story."She looked very scared. Ted looked grim. He just didn't have a sunny, smiling visage at any time. It didn't mean he wasn't a kind, compassionate guy. It just didn't appear that way from his face and voice. She finally gave a mental shake that was a bit visible and began to speak. "I am Michelle Richton. My parents and brother survived the Day and I was thirteen years old. We lived in Denver. Dad kept us inside during the worst of the time after the Day. My mom. I looked over at Lisa and she saw what I had seen and raised one finger to her lips as if to tell me not to say anything. The girl didnt seem deaf and it didnt look exactly like a hearing aid. Looking at the rest of the class as the girl squirmed and struggled to breathe I noticed that every single girl in the room had something similar in her ear. The sound of the girl gagging again brought my attention back to her. Her eyes were beginning to roll back in her head so I pulled out and let her. "Oh, this is so great." She kissed heron the lips and touched her breast."Howard was enjoying his new friend. And when they sat there naked andwarm, his body was responding in a very positive way to Darlene's touchand kiss.He was getting all turned on again. He was really enjoying Darlene's turn-on and when she had an orgasm he'd squeeze her tightly. It seemed like herexcitement ran through his body too. He didn't want to tell what he had todo to have one and was a bit embarrassed and sort of.