"She took my hand in her lower one, caressing the top of my hand with the other. I felt something hard and took her hand, holding it up in front of my...face. She had her ring on, that beautiful ring Hiram had made those years ago. I looked at her, a question in my eyes.She just nodded, and started talking, "How long do you have to stay in the hospital? Joe said there would be at least one more round of surgery, is that true?" She sounded more, I don't know, more sure of herself.She seemed quite. ”“Did you have a good Christmas?”“Days are days. I ate, I drank, I read, I wrote.”“No celebration?”“I eschew primitive idolatry.”“Cruel.”“Ah, you believe in an ancient bearded entity clad in a nightshirt whose son was martyred to redeem the transgression of a remote ancestor?”“Crueler.” I turned to the waiter. “A large brown, please. Altenberg?”“Another eighth.”“Interesting. I was thinking of damnation.”“Oh?”“I was at Don Giovanni last week and will hear Tristan tomorrow.”“You are a glutton for. IT’S SOOOO! FUCKING! WET!” Trisha starts to bounce on Marks cock. Up and down slamming on his hips. Her wet pussy making slurping sounds throughout the room as it squeezes Mark’s cock. “And what does Jim do?” Mark grabs her ass tight squeezing as her cunt slid up and down on his cock. “OOOohhh! He stands up... AND...MMMmmm... His cock is out. RIGHT IN MY FACE... AND... AND... UUUNNNGGHHHHH YES! YES!... I’M CUMMMMMING... AGAIN!” Trisha’s eyes rolled back into her head. She tensed up. Her cunt. She began to make sexual motions and grinding like I was on her. Her moans let me know she really into it. As her strokes to intensify on my Dick, I grabbed a peach slice and put it in my mouth, then rubbed it against her clit... alternating between my tongue and the peach, working in and out of her sweetness. She tasted better than the peach, so I swallowed the slice and continued to lick into her Kitty. She grinned into my tongue, she took her hands put them on my head - I had her! I moved.