The chanting rose in pitch, volume and in speed, matched by the frantic motions of her glistening hands. Her voice continued to rise in those three a...pects until she was simply screaming, hitting a note so high that blood began running from her gentleman caller’s ears—not that he noticed the pain in his ears over the constantly strengthening smell of Lameya’s loins on the air.The gentleman’s eyes were made to look upon the sexual beacon that was Lameya: her wildly blowing hair, her screaming. She was sound asleep. There was a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the bedside table. I thought she was probably passed out drunk. I got on the bed and lifted the covers. She was naked. I stared at the bunch of black hair around her pussy. I shook her shoulder to try and wake her. She didn't move. I got down and looked at her pussy real close. I smelled it and lightly touched it. I put my tongue on it and licked lightly. I took my cock out and began to jack off. I got a tissue to catch my load. We all do. Societies. Courts. The intrusive ‘Media.’ We judge the marriages of our friends. Our neighbors. Co-workers. Casual acquaintances. Celebrities we don’t even know.And we are always wrong. Even when we’re right, we’re wrong, because our opinions are based on inadequate information. Marriages are too complicated and too subtle. They turn over the years on words said and unsaid, tones, pauses, touches gentle or rough, welcomed or shunned, sex or lack of it, money. “Look,” the mother cried, “he still has the box around his junk! He made my little girls touch it!”The girls quickly walked away, trying not to be noticed. “I guess we won’t be coming back to his house!” Darla said, “The pervert got cum all over my tits!” she whined, her breast still exposed, so she wouldn’t get cum on her clothes.“Just eat it, Darla,” Amber said. “It’s not bad - kinda sweet, and reminds me of chocolate.”“Hey, it does taste like chocolate!” Tina said, licking the cum from her.