With my forearms resting on top of my head, my wrists bound, I danced for them, my smile a little too bright, my eyes a little too wide as I drank in ...he beauty of the crowd. Oh, yes, I was high, but not merely on the pills I had popped earlier. Waves of love and desire and joy washed over me like ghostly hands, joining those of flesh and blood. I offered myself to the spirits as well as the celebrants, and I felt their approval. “Fuck me!” This time it was a joyful cry, one heard by all, much. "Kiss?" I asked and I kissed her forehead."Yes," she said, "Make love to me." I am," I said."Tell me you love me," she said."Let me show you," I said and I grasped her left teat and squeezed."Charlie!" she gasped, "Oh Charlie! ride me Charlie, please!"I redoubled my efforts thrusting against her."Yes," she said, "Harder, please, ohh that's so good!"The clouds in my mind were rushing as I flew high above the woods, the sun came out, a brilliant orb of gold and then the waves were breaking and. And when it really got “good” for Stan he would have me lie on my back. He would turn around facing the foot of the bed .. straddle my chest with his legs .. and stick that ass in my face. His butt would be smothering my face! And that’s when he would start grinding away .. working his hips round and round with my tongue and lips working his ass. And while I was “pinned down” eating that ass Stan would grab my nipples and really give them a good “work out”. He would pull on ‘em .. pinch ‘em ... "I'm in here, Laura," I called back. "You left the key in the door," she said from the doorway."Sorry," I said. I knew she wasn't upset-- it wasn't the first time. I heard her set her bag down in the hall and hang up her jacket. The phone rang and I heard her pick it up in the kitchen."Bob's meeting a client this evening," she said as she came in living room and heaved a sigh. "These heels are killing me." She sat down in a chair and slipped off her white high-heeled sandals. "I don't know if.