It is like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotch brite. She didn't move...she didn't breath. She feels sick to her stomach. I lick her puss... again and she made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears ran down her face and splattered onto the bed, sucked up almost immediately by the sheet. I licked her for five minutes, getting her wet and raw. She feels every little sandpaper bead on my tongue because she routinely shaves to keep herself clean--she had done so. It started to come out in wads, my tongue slipping inside her allowing it to escape into my waiting mouth.She was grinding against me now, one hand clamped to the back of my head, her other squeezing her breasts and pinching her own nipples, she was moaning loudly with every exhale. Her breathing became faster as her hips pushed against my mouth.The last glob of cum escaped her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy, her own juices semi-squirting out of her, soaking my face and dribbling down my. I was introduced to several of the road deputies working that day. I met deputies, Hatch, Marshall and Ward; of course with Ward, there was no introduction needed. Ward was dispatched to a call and jokingly shook my hand saying it was nice to meet me. I giggled and told him bye. Hatch offered to finish my tour and Mrs. Mays told him that would be fine. Marshall was an older man about 60 and didn’t even register on my radar; Hatch on the other hand was young, about my age and very sexy. He was. “At the table.”“Well, an imminent threat of being eaten alive always puts me in a pugnacious mood,” I comment, just a bit breathlessly. So does, I’m coming to realize, being pursued across the room by a hot-eyed, lethal alien who wants me feisty.“I drew blood,” he states with tangible pride, and I just gulp. The cut on my arm – that was him, then? Claiming me in advance, for all his Dryth buddies to see?Ah shit, this should bother me, shouldn’t it?And it absolutely shouldn’t turn me on, should.