Her hips grind mercilessly against my mouth and wave after wave of contractions tug my tongue toward the depths of her womb.When it's over, I enfold M...rie in my arms. Her head nestles against my chest where she mews like a kitten. Slowly she releases her grip on my waist and I was reach for my flute. It had been a long time since I had played Eric Satie's "Trois Gymnopedies," but after a rocky start, the notes begin to flow. Marie sighs, her eye lids flutter closed as her face snuggles tightly. One step after the other, until he could hold a marching pace. He restrained from running, although it would warm him it would also consume far too much of the precious body fluids that he needed in order to remain functioning. He closed his eyes and concentrated his mind on his nose. It too was dried and cracked, the blood veins had long since dried and custed over but he could still catch the faint waft of deep, invigorating rain-water. It was far away, and barely noticable, but it was there,. He smiled lovingly at me "yes that as well".He had finished dressing by the time I had decided what to wear (it's alot, lot harder for a woman) anyhow I had decided on a black and whitepolka dot mini skirt, coupled with a satin draped neck ivory top withlong chiffon sleeves, a pair of Brazilian tights black patent peep toeshoes with a 4" heel and a 3" wide black patent belt; with my bruisesmakeup took a bit longer and I finished off with the lightly tintedsunglasses - I looked good and was. She had the assistance of my mother, who would frequent us from time to time.At the time, there was no one in my life. The only way of getting rid of the hormones was either self satisfaction or playing out on the ground at back. This had become a regular affair. She initially didn’t take notice of us too much, busy with her work and occasionally chatting with my granny. Once she was comfortable, she did interact a lot with all of us. We all didn’t like the elder brother as his attitude was and.