He then bent me over his bed, spread my ass cheeks andagain I felt histongue on my asshole! I wanted him to know how much I liked the feelingthis time...feeling a little more comfortable, so I began to push back against hisface. Not to longafter, I felt his finger go to work. I knew he was rushing because Iwas short on time....but itstill felt good!He then paused a few seconds...I heard him unwrapping something...thenagain his tongue on my ass. Once I felt his hands on my hips, I knewwhat was. I do understand.” Her eyes continued to look downward.“Good. Now again, please tell me about yourself.”Again she took a deep breath, but without the giggle. “My name is Lita Hood. I am twenty-eight years old. I am a physical therapist at Memorial Hospital. I am an only child. My parents split before I was born and I was raised by my mother.”She continued to tell him about herself. Where she had grown up, hobbies and etc. He began to understand why she was so needy. She had very little to do. "You know the worst part Jill," she continued after describing Staci's wanton behavior at the window, "I don't mind her groping me like that in fun. Heck we've done worse with each other at school, but today she seemed to get all revved up over it and wanted to just go for it on the couch. I've never wanted to turn her down as much as I just did too. I was afraid if we got going, I'd never leave. It's almost like she's afraid if she doesn't get it now, it's not going to happen again. I feel. Just get me a whisky. And two cubes of ice."Tony scurried back to the kitchen. What did she say? 'The Cream of Sheba'? Did this mean that she knew? That she'd known all along? Or maybe it was just part of the text of the story. He could pretend it was written by someone else. That he'd downloaded it off the Internet. That'd be better than confessing to the truth. And better perhaps than if Maggie saw the wallpaper on his screen."Here you are, dear!" he called as he came back, watching his wife.