The turbo kicked in and the car leapt forward, quickly gaining speed. She started laughing and I just shook my head and tightened my seatbelt.“Just ...ay attention to traffic and the radar detector, Squirt. The last thing you need is a ticket for thirty over the limit! Stick to about 70MPH. And remember, if the detector goes off, just lift off the gas. Don’t brake!”She had the Daytona just below 80MPH and the speed limit was 55MPH, due to the idiotic national speed limit rule put in place in ‘74. . with one finger and began to strum on it in time with the thrusting of my tongue and sucking of my lips. I drank her juices and savored every drop. This girl was hot! In no time at all, she was rocking violently against my face. I licked and sucked and fucked with my tongue . . . again and again. I thrust a finger into her tight wet hole . . . probing several inches. At the same time, I teased her clit with my wiggling thumb. And all of a sudden . . . she rocked and moaned . . . and then. When I got back Chris was sittingquietly. "'Please sit on the floor darling in front of mummy.'"Chris sat on the floor and I began to brush out his hair. I felt atingle of anticipation. He really does have beautiful hair..... anyway Ibrushed it out until it shone. Then brushed it back off his face andgathered it in a ponytail at the back. I secured it with elastic thenused the slides to secure the other stray hairs to his head. Then I tooka half inch blue ribbon and tied it in a bow around the. I open my eyes.The ceiling above is grey stone, chipped painstakingly into the mountain, not built. No mortar lines. Flickering torchlight shows chisel marks as it dances. There is chanting again, around me, outside the sarcophagus, and a whisper of thought, saying "please..."Blood drips from a slashed wrist above me. Some strikes my mouth and my tongue unconsciously seeks it. More splashes on my nose, cheeks, chin, dribbles harmlessly past me. Too much blood. The flow of essence behind it is.