Why are you..."'Why does she keep saying yes?'"You wanted her to kiss you back the way that you were kissing her, didn't you?"'The way she was kissing...me? I was the one kissing ... but then ... she ... I... 'The memory of the event suddenly crystallized. 'Oh God! She... !'"STOP! YES! YES I WANTED HER TO KISS ME FOR REAL!"There was a click and a clunk. Once again the room fell into silence. Kayleigh slowly sank to the floor as if she were melting, her eyes still fixed to the ceiling far above.. How can I find the words in the finite lexicon of the English Language to explain? How can I possibly convey the unbridled intensity of that moment with my oh so limited vocabulary? Should I string all those prettily descriptive words together in the hope that if I write enough of them you might be able to comprehend the absolute, total, mind-blowing ecstasy of the first touch of Anita’s tongue across my wildly pulsating clitoral nub? Or perhaps I could seek refuge in a generalisation, declare. A rush of different emotions ranthrough me, and I felt my face reddening; then, surprised by a suddenboldness surging up from a hidden part of myself, I felt myself saying,"ok,if you'd like". Then suddenly the words "you could come to my room tonightafter we turn in, if you want" blurted from my mouth.As if to dissipate the embarrassment that was hanging in the air from oursudden intimacy, Cathy changed the subject, and we resumed the conversationthat we had been having before she had dropped. "She straightened up and gave a satisfied nod. "There, all done. And a veryneat job, if I do say so myself. Okay, he can go to recovery." This was tothe nurse, who disappeared from view and returned a few seconds later withthe guards who had brought me in.I was hauled, unresisting, into a room with around ten beds, some of themoccupied with reclining naked figures. The guards took me to one of theempty beds and laid me out on it. I was dimly aware of a click assomething was fastened to my.