I turned back to Tawney and we talked a little more. She was uncomfortable asking, but she was curious about what happened to me yesterday. So I told ...er.She wanted to know what it was like to have a cock in my throat.I admitted that now it wasn't so bad. But I described what I went through to get to this point and she had no desire to acquire the ability.I had forgotten all about the guys. I wasn't even glancing at Jeff any longer. But Tawney was keeping an eye on him. I saw her expression. Regardless of that I tried it and almost coughed my guts up while everyone else laughed. After a few more smokes and sips of wine I was buzzing and feeling very happy; I felt smashed so I unfastened a few buttons of my flannelette top and relaxed. Jason began kissing me and feeling up my tits; the atmosphere was happy with laughter and talk. I leaned back as my eyes were struggling to stay open; I thought it was Jason still feeling my tits and kissing my neck making me horny. I had become. Teresa's fine, I just know it. Wait until we've heard what your shipmate has to say before becoming needlessly stressed."Isabel returned a skeptical weak smile and nod.Cog looked worn out. His face reflected the trouble his shipmates had predicted and his posture indicated that he must have traveled all the way by foot.He had given Dancort's note to Claire and after her having read it, with a fallen face she handed it to Carmen.As Carmen read the note Pierre invited Cog inside and then over to. It proved my point to me. As we caught our breaths, I patted him on the head, derisively. "See, baby -- I know y'all, you got all hard cuz of that hot li'l bitch you saw today -- you were checkin' her out, weren't ya?"Now, the truth set in. In a husky voice, he just muttered his response. "Everyone was -- even you, apparently, you li'l lesbo slut."Lesbo slut -- his endearing reference to some of my sexual adventures before we'd gotten engaged. He used the term derogatively, and if you didn't.