I slowly began to run my fingers in her hair so very slow and lovingly. She wasn’t a bit uncomfortable with it, so I brushed her hair aside and touc...ed her neck and slowly started to feel her skin against my fingers. There were no words between us, complete silence and it was very comfortable between us. I could feel her sneak in closer to me, her right boob pressing on my side. I could feel the softness, and my palm was now behind her neck still continuing to rub on the skin. Her skin was so. He was to be eaten and he had no hope of escape now. Everyone seemed quite satisfied with the idea of eating him, too. No one protested the notion that he should be the evening meal. Wait, he wouldn’t have to eat himself, too, would he? God, he hoped not!That was his last thought before his tongue was yanked out with pincers and he passed out from pure agony. When he awoke again, he was seated at the table as he was served a smoothie of some sort. To his sickening horror, Eugene saw even sweet,. I about came unglued and said “DON’T DO THAT!”. I startled everyone including myself as it jumped right out of my mouth. I apologized and explained my situation. So it looks like I get to carry my sensory equipment everywhere now.An unexpected thing is that during an anxiety episode heavy metal or tribal music is soothing in an unusual way. When I say heavy metal I mean death metal, the fringe type of metal. Hardcore heavy metal. What is unexpected about it is at any other time I can’t stand. ‘Would you kiss a tit if I bared it for you?’ ‘So it’s a tit now?’ he said bravely and was told yes, in this context she was relaxed about what it was called and he seemed to prefer the word tit. Feeling more than a little aroused, Dick felt brave enough to ask, ‘May I also lick and suck?’ ‘I took that logical progression for granted.’ Finally she said, ‘God you have got my breast soaking. I’m putting it away.’ ‘Okay. Are you soaking down below?’ ‘That’s a yes.’ They were positioned awkwardly.