She lunged at Damien, kissing him fiercely. Her lips and tongue were cold on his, and she tasted of rum and fruit juice. As her tongue wrestled with h...s, her hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest. Highly distracted, Damien suddenly rediscovered the drink in his hand when his newly-found lover pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tried to drag it over his hands and off his body. He quickly drained his cup and tried to set it down neatly on a nearby table, only missing by a. In one swift motion, his lips left my cheek and he slapped my face with his hand. My eyes widened from the surprise. “You didn’t think I came over here to make love to you, did you, bitch?” They both laughed at this. He circled me, looking up and down. He knelt down in front of me to get a better look at my crotch.“Now what do we have here? That is the ugliest shit I have ever seen. How can you expose that shrivelled-up dick? Bitch, you must not have any pride.” I looked down to see that. . I was just thinking about the toxic atmosphere at Stevens." Yeah, and Tom Greely?" The most toxic of all!" Cassandra laughed."Oh and I should mention the Michigan Avenue irregulars." Who?" You know Sherlock Holmes and the Baker Street Irregulars?" Yes..." Well the joke around the firm is that David has this group around Chicago who we call the Michigan Avenue Irregulars who feed him information." You're joking." No, I mean how would you explain visits from a guy who sells beer at Wrigley. The orgasm had been exactly what I'd needed!I sat there feeling the afterglow of orgasm slowly fading and seeing the extensive 'mess' (that is, my load of sperm) I'd made on my hand, and the floor between my legs, but I was too spent to do anything about it at the moment.I sat up and paused the video that had kept playing as I'd come. I let out my breath with a audible sigh."Wow," I said. "That was intense!" Indeed it had been every bit of that.It had been many, many years in the past that I'd.