Now when I tried thinking about her, those old memories mixed together with the ones I got this afternoon. That raised another question. What had happ...ned to me? Was it real at all or had I been dreaming inside that small janitorial closet? Maybe I was just delusional or maybe I had some tumor inside my head. But it had felt so real.When I looked around I got a feeling that there was something odd with the surroundings. I tried to keep it low-key when I looked around, but I just could not. I make sure to get it on film before putting the camera away. I quickly clean myself before getting back into bed and falling asleep. I have no idea what time it is when I’m awoken by loud banging, from my dazed state it’s the front door. It’s also accompanied by a male voice shouting, it’s Brad. I turn my head over and try to ignore him. After about ten minutes the banging stops. I manage to get back to sleep.Again, I don’t know what time it is but I’m awoken again by load voices now in the. "God, what a mess we've made! Let me into the bathroom for a minute. I've got to wash up and put in a tampon." While you're in there, I'll strip the bed and put the sheets in the wash." I'd seen the washer and dryer in the kitchen."God, you're amazing. A guy who does the wash without being told. You really are a keeper! But let's take a shower first. You look like you've been in a fight!" I kissed her and went into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror. She was right; her menstrual blood was. Those images we have sought to portray before to each other are left behind as a wave of sex and animal insticts over take us. My tongue plunges in past the tight muscle as she lifts and moves herself further onto it. It feels like my tongue os being surrounded by inner walls of velvety flesh closing over my tongue as gasps of air escape into my mouth by her contractions. Cunt juice is lapped and dragged upwards to lubricate and cover our flesh. Deeper and deeper I force my tongue as my ears.