It was a little more embarrassing for me, actually, because along with those thoughts, Chris had managed to send a pretty damned clear visual of what ...e was looking at as he was thinking those thoughts.Me - naked, sweaty and writhing in the middle of my most excruciatingly delicious, mind-blowing orgasm to date.I left it to older, more settled minds than mine to give Chris some perspective and detachment. I jumped myself to Cloudburst and my Hurlon form for a few hours of deep quiet. I let the. Walk softly and carry a big stick... I had a baseball bat lying in the corner ready whenever I needed to lay down the law. So in contrast I prefer my men to do whatever they want to do with me. I let them use me and abuse me, but I draw the line at pain. A little slap and tickle is fine, but don't push it.Speaking of tickles, Marco seems to find great joy in tickling me, making me arch my back and push my breasts out every time he does it. My breasts are rather nice to look at, not too big or. Suddenly she was on her back across my knees. “Salt first, remember,” instructed Sonja. Obediently I sprinkled salt across her mound. “Now the lime.” My hand was shaking as I squeezed the fruit’s juices onto her pussy. “Don’t forget the best part,” teased Sonja. I poured a liberal dose of tequila across her snatch, and then dove in to lick and suck all of it into my mouth. Sonja stood up, and I thought the adventure was over. Far from it. She pulled me to my feet and asked the guys to come over. "What do you think, Mom?" I asked and began wailing away. Damn, thathadn't been my intention. To sit here crying like a baby while everyonearound me tried to make me feel better. It was my job to make THEM allfeel better. I brushed the tears away, shook my head violently from sideto side, grabbed hold of the table with both hands and made the honestannouncement that no, I wasn't alright but I would be. That seemed to allay the fears of the group as a whole, but I could telljust by looking at.