. Ich - ja, ich muss es sagen, weil mir nichts Treffenderes einfällt - gierte nach den Zärtlichkeiten, wollte alles spüren.. Bruno tat mir den Gefa...len. Mal schleckte er am Bändchen, mal rieb er durch den Mantel die Klitoris, dann wechselte er zu den Schamlippen und küsste die."Du riechst und schmeckst so gut... so himmlisch. Dein Nektar macht mich betrunken." Auch wenn es sich kitschig anhörte, eigentlich nicht in diese heutige Zeit passte, mich machten die Worte glücklich, ich lechzte. He was going to get a handjob off this well dressed sexy bitch.He looked at her closely in the glow of a streetlight. She was a big woman but well proportioned. She was wearing heavy makeup: lots of black eyeliner and mascara, blue and pink eyeshadow, rose blush and plum red lipstick. Her hair was glossy; brunette with subtle red highlights which fell to her shoulders; the fringe level with her brows. Her perfume was sensual and arousing. She was in her forties and quite attractive; sort of. They heard voices and went to see who it was.They were all in the living room. They were facing as a group, the new arrivals. Mama Campbell shook her head at them, frowning. "You have been a very naughty girl, Misti. How long has it been since you had your ears cleaned? Mary heard your phone ringing early this morning and Jerry used his tools to open your door and see what it was. He took the call and him and Papa went to Dallas at 3:00 this morning. They just got back when I called you. You. Putting on his beatup old terrycloth robe, he walked barefoot down the hall and paused at the door to his father's room.Pressing his ear to the panel, he could barely make out the whispering inside, and drew back quickly. Lorena had scored, that was certain; she was talking with the old man now, and nobody was raising hell. That left the next move up to him, so he went on to his mother's bedroom and quietly opened the door.The bedside radio was playing softly, and its dial light was the only.