...I lick and suck every drop of your juices. You moan and my tongue slides in a little deeper. My hands still under your ass I bull you in closer and...slide my tongue towards the top of your pussy finding your magic spot. You jump and I know that I have found it, my tongue begins playing....tickling and sucking on it....you begin jerking around more and more....my tongue playing, licking and sucking I slowly slide a finger deep inside of you. You moan louder, I continue playing with you magic. I love this look.I checked on Jamie and she was fine. I headed back to thekitchen to put together a light breakfast, well reallylunch. About the time I was done, Jamie dragged herself intokitchen and sat at the table. I had put together some eggsand toast, and another pot of coffee. We sat there insilence, I ate, and Jamie just played with the food. But,drank the coffee, trying to shake off the effects of beingdrunk last night.Finally I said, "I've never seen you drink so much. Whathappened.". She certainly faked the orgasm, but then she did that with Roger as well. Orgasms came rarely for her and most often when she was pleasuring herself. The cries of ecstasy and joy, however, that signified orgasm had become such a routine part of her lovemaking, Heather wondered whether they had just become something as natural as the thrusts she found herself reciprocating without ever planning to do so. Another feature Gerry had in common with Roger was his love of anal intercourse, but this. Shaking his head to clear it, he returned to his close observation of the firmament.In particular, he watched the twinkling lights far above him, as he so often did when the blackness descended, and as usual he was consumed by wonder. He did struggle with such complex things as concepts, but distance was one which he could almost grasp, and he believed that those pinpoints were many days away from him.The distance was of course irrelevant, because he could never walk to the lights. He.