Itgave me shivers and my clit started reacting to the stimulus of it.Not sure why but I had an urge to taste it so I brought my fingers to mygaping ho...e and scooped up the little bit that remained. It smelled sortof cloroxy but not really bad. I sucked my dripping fingers into my mouthand slurped it off. It reminded me a little of the time I ate oysters onthe half shell. Sort of icky but also tasty. As I swallowed it I noticedthat my clitty was engorged and begging me to rub it. I really needed. She has gone back to screwing her eyes up, the tears forming slower this time, but still there leaving glistening trails down her gorgeous face. I repeat the swipe of my tongue, pressing more firmly and moving more swiftly each time, until my tongue slips between her lips, tickling inner lips and perhaps the edges of her little openings on the way up. All I get for this is a slight tensing in the legs and pelvis accompanied by the slightest gasp. I draw back then, reaching down with my thumbs. She looked at the clock: 3 AM.She would normally have just turned over and plugged her ears, but that dream had left her feeling full of energy. She grabbed her bathrobe, put on some slippers, and strode across the intervening lawn, the cool night air slipping under her robe and up her thighs like an overeager lover as she went. She shook her head at that thought ... she had been reading too many romance novels!She banged on the door of Carl’s house with her fist. A few moments later, her nose. Her pain was dispelled and the kiss was mysteriously filling her with a want like she had never experienced. In the next instant, she was entered, violated, impaled by the girl’s strange appendage. It charged into her by its own volition; pushing and gaining but by no thrust on the girl’s part. It tore through her hymen and surged in to secret depths Fantine was unaware she had. Deeper it delved and thicker it got, swelling up to fill her passage. Helpless, Fantine gave herself up to it, threw.