Releasing me from her mouth after a moment, She said, “Now it’s my turn.” She grabbed the jar of chocolate fudge with her free hand, then dipped...my cock in it. She withdrew it, and admired the way the head now wore a chocolate hat. She added a couple spurts of whipped cream to the shaft, then began to hungrily devour her “con-cock-tion.” She swirled her tongue around my shaft to remove the whipped cream, then moved up to engulf my head. “Umm, I love this kind of ‘cock’-tail,” Roxie said. “Even. ‘There’s nothing to unpack, Mimsy.’ She says everyone calls her Mimsy. ‘Then we still just gonna hafta do something.’ She walks over and huffs down to pick up the carpet bag at my feet. She sets it up on the bed, almost reverently, before she starts tossing my clothes around the room. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask with my hand in front of my mouth. My hands are so thin the fingers look like insect legs when I move them. ‘Well, since you don’t got a thing to unpack, I just tryin to make the. She looked up in the mirror.Oh god look at me... She bent over double and dropped to the ground as the searing lava overtook her.Soooo gooood... She lay panting on the floor until the lava receded enough to let her unclench. She shakingly straightened out and pulled the dildo out from her sopping crotch. She felt herself sinking in the warm pool again. Her body stopped responding as she hit the bottom. She lazily closed her eyes and drifted.Her mind kept wandering to her collar. She felt it. The shift came off with a flourish off it flew, to land gently like a leaf from a tree in autumn on the floor. Conscious of their intense interest, she turned her back, partly to hide her blushes not having been the centre of attention like this in many a long year, the move revealing a terrible pattern of criss-cross livid ruts, not scars, they were way beyond that, about a dozen deep furrows came into view, Spring thinking to herself, that it was no wonder this poor woman had not wanted her.