I filed a few chunks of meat from her legs and I cut her pussy lips off. Leaving her body there I went inside, still covered in blood and brought her ...eat and her pussy lips to the kitchen and threw them on a frying pan. It sizzled with the oil as it cooked. I placed her heart in a cooler. I want to keep her heart for a while longer. I put some seasoning on her meat. After it was filling cooked, I took a bite of her pussy lips. So sweet, so delicious. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. I. She gave my arm a little squeeze, "No PDA, remember!" I whispered.Someone bought me a pint, and Davinia and myself got separated. But I watched her across the room, and she seemed to be animatedly talking to a bunch of girls, mainly secretaries. I chatted happily, and bought a round for those who wanted one, as I got my second pint. By then, I was feeling a bit better, and thought I ought to talk to Drew, to put the relationship back on track. But when I asked where he was, I was told he left. "If having each other is all they need to satisfy themselves, what's the reason they seem to enjoy coming over here, spending time with us and playing with Laney?"I guess you've got a point there, but what interest would they have in me? Aren't they lesbians?" What leads you to believe they're lesbians? They were both very devoted to my Daddy." But don't they sleep together?" asked Grandpa."Sometimes, Laney and I sleep together; does that make us lesbians?" You know what I mean, have sex with. It was warm so at least I wouldn’t freeze in it. The cum was filling up the tub relatively fast, so I had to turn over onto my stomach and start eating cum very fast if I was going to have a shot at beating this.“Oh my, this tastes pretty good. Maybe it won’t be that bad after all.” Then I realized that I still had about 9 minutes to go, and the cum was filling the tub faster than I could swallow it down. “Crap, I’m not going to make it, and it’s only going to get harder and harder.”“Shit!.