Her whole body is vibrating now, and she jams the fingers of her other hand between her teeth to stop herself from screaming. Then she comes, mating h...r mouth to your in a long and passionate kiss and drenching your fingers with cunt juice. You slowly withdraw your hand from under her skirt. She reaches for it tenderly, lifts it to her lips and delicately nibbles at the fingertips, tasting her own fluids.A fantasy? Not for me. It's a game that I play with my boyfriend every so often, and it. Once inside, Mike turned and shook hands with the older gentlemen who had been identified as Neville Taft.“Neville, always a pleasure to see you. I thought I heard you had retired. Still keeping your hand in, I see.” Mike said with a smile, then turned his attention to us.“This young gentleman on the left here is Jack McCoy and I suspect you are here for him. The other gentleman is Dean Miller, Mister McCoy’s security chief and friend.”We all shook hands and even as I watched Neville Taft give. I don’t know why this has come into my head now, but in the past i have found that if i write about it i can stop thinking about it so here goes.This happened a long time ago, when i was about 22 or 23. My boyfriend and i were at this bar. It was late and we were both really really drunk. For some reason that i cant remember, he got really pissed at me. He was so mad and told me he was leaving and i could find my own fucking way home. i know i said i was sorry for whatever and please, please. I could see me just being a filler between her globe-trotting trips.That brought up another thought. Had Pauline been thinking that far ahead? Was this thing with her mother her way of seeing to it that I was kept occupied while she was gone? If so that implied that she didn't plan on going without while she was away. I'd seen what had happened to the marriages of some of my parent's friends where one of the couples traveled for business and in most cases it wasn't pretty.By the time I pulled.