It would take forever to get untangled from that, and I don't want to spend one hour longer in this cold hellhole than I need to."They left the cafe w...ere they'd been loitering over a slow lunch. They didn't notice the old guy wearing a wool seaman's coat and a battered Greek fisherman's cap. He'd noticed them over his folded newspaper while sipping a cup of coffee. Once Max had glanced toward the corner where the old sailor sat, but the man's face was obscured by his paper. He seemed to be. The herd scattered, and he pursued the doe. It was afternoon before he found her, panting and unable to rise.He slit her throat with his knife. Then he gutted her, ate her liver, and staggered off carrying her in the direction he thought would lead him home. Sick and burdened, he made poor time. Towards evening, well before he expected to get home, he found people. They were strangers, though. They were unlike his people or anyone else he had ever met.They took the doe from his back and led him. Please don't stop touching me down there. I'm having an orgasm. Oh God," and I kept licking.Amanda thrust her naked body up against my mouth. My tongue was inserted into her virgin pussy, licking, touching, and moving around. She kept thrusting, and my tongue was soaked. The bottom of my jaw was soaking wet. I was breathing hard. And then she fell back on the floor, gasping and breathing heavy."Oh holy Jesus," I heard Jessica say.I turned, glanced at her, and said, "What's the matter?" to which. We could say anything we wanted to, and no one could hear us. No one interrupted us. No waitress came by to refill our cups, but they never got empty. After a while, we talked about that, wondering how that could be. We couldn't touch each other until we had finished our coffee – that had been the plan. We had made an agreement, a promise to each other, so we couldn't touch. We've promised to always keep our promises, so all we could do was talk.It was a beautiful time. We talked for.