Had there been a coffee maker in the kitchen? There must have been, I thought. Irwin had given me filters and grounds. Crawling into bed, I picked up ...he scrapbook. I flipped through pictures of Scott and me riding elephants, hiking through jungles, playing at waterfalls, feeding monkeys. There were a lot of beach photos, including one of the two of us at the same beach whose image I had come to know so well. As I studied the pictures, I could almost hear some of the sounds. I closed my eyes. "Oh God! Oh God!! You are so good!" she cried, "I love it! I love it!" Her breast were so soft, so warm in my hands, I almost lost myself in the pleasure of squeezing and teasing her overflowing fullness. But she pushed her fingers into my hair and pulled me against her, pressing my tongue hard to her throbbing clit. I licked and sucked more forcefully now, taking her clit between my lips and sucking it into my mouth while my tongue danced back and forth across the responsive tip. Her orgasm. " She had them help her clear the central area, then she stripped plastic off some of the 'walls' and arranged it on the floor before moving the mattresses they'd made out of garbage bags stuffed with crumpled plastic wrapping and empty bottles on top of it. Matt came in while they were doing it, and started to object like she'd known he would. "Not now," she told him, "we'll talk about it later."He shut his mouth, and helped Bobby get the snow off before they brought the bags of books from the. "Do you really want to know what happened or do you want to be angry?" Hey, I'm willing to listen if you think there's a snowball's chance in hell you can make this sound right."If this had been portrayed in a cartoon, steam would have been coming out of my ears."Tell me, did you notice the sensations when he was mauling you, did you notice what it felt like."I thought about it. "How could there be sensations? He was squeezing them." Look, everybody's different. It, well, you're obviously aware.