"I didn't do anything wrong." Bingo!" Sandy shouted.Brittany nodded. "Closure is always a good thing, and I didn't give it to you, I just said we were...a bad fit and the next day I was gone." Yeah," I nodded. "I know we had a few arguments, and we don't share the same interests, but we were good together." In every aspect, yes," Brittany nodded. "And that was the thing, the sex, the no arguing except for a few minor things, but it was the major things that made me feel uncomfortable. We don't. With your consciousness still intact, you were able to discern feelings and sensations you've long known in life; the twitching of your fingers and toes, deep cleansing breaths that settle rattled nerves, and a strange warmth enveloping your, as you came to discover, nude body. Certainly not the kind of afterlife you envisioned.Curious as to what more you could do in this new form of existence, you begin to picture what memories you could muster from your old life, specifically a log cabin you. I heard someone say, "Mason's running a little late today, so Nadia will take his place until he gets here." An older woman stood behind the camera, lips pursed, looking annoyed at being there. I couldn't help but feel down about it. I certainly wasn't going to fuck that miserable bat. I went through several pieces of lingerie and felt like I would go blind from all the flashbulbs popping when finally, Mason arrived, his face flushed. "Sorry, everyone! Traffic!" He explained between breaths.. Someone once told me that cunnilingus should start like a butterfly landing on a flower and end up like a hungry rotweiller tearing into a bowl of porridge. I think we’ve long past the butterfly stage so I grab each of your buttocks in my hands and push my tongue deeper and deeper inside you, my teeth and lips against your clitoris, my tongue darting in and out, my fingers sinking into the flesh of your buttocks. I allow you to move your hips and you increase the pressure by moving your hips.