Every head at the party shifts to her. Jackie smiles and slides into the crowd. She exchanges greetings and small talk. When approached about Luis Mar...in’s whereabouts, she says she has no idea. When asked about Morgan’s, she presents a made up excuse that she will be here presently.The party goes on through the night. People are drinking and having fun. No one notices the green leafy vines as they spring out of vents and cracks, from beneath doors and out of receptacles. No one especially sees. Too long.And Karen said, “So ... she’s NOT really your wife.”“You got it,” I said.Wendy said, “Except in Colorado ... in Colorado ... he’s mine.”“That’s easy,” She turned to me, “Hairy, stay out of Colorado.”“Yes, ma’am.”“So polite is my Hairy,” she said, directing the comment and the evil grin at Wendy.“So where do we live?” Wendy asked.“I have a log cabin on Wolf Creek,” I said. So ... since she had the only vehicle ... we all piled into the 1966 Jeep Station Wagon ... and I do mean all of. Looking up at you I see you’ve laid back down, your eyes closed tightly again. I taste more of your wetness and gradually take more of you into my mouth. While sucking up and down on your thick juicy cock my tongue strokes the frenulum over and over, eliciting a series of growl-like groans. For a few minutes I suck and tease the head when I feel your quivering hand on my shoulder. “Elaine..please..” you whimper. You don’t need to ask twice. I slip my lips past the head and they slide down your. All these mine." She waved at the walls."They are fine work. You are touched by Biamie."She gestured at another couple who were staring at us. "They do not see. They cannot hear." They have not learned to hear or see. They look at your bush tomato and see colours and dots." You are young, but wise. You were taught well. Go. Come back Thursday morning."I nodded, took Rachel's hand and walked out.When we were outside, Rachel said "Wow! That was intense." Yes. She is an artist and could read me..