I gather my right thighunder me, and bend my left knee. My shaved pussy is wide open, exposed for himto see, or touch. I hear the French doors close a... Parker leaves. Mr. Marshallkeeps on writing, occasionally consulting one of the books or journals he?s goton his desk. The tick-tock of the pendulum in the grandfather clock on thecorner provides the only sound, aside from his fountain pen, scratching notesin a yellow pad. The ink is blue. Time passes; every so often he lifts his head,. I had my arm around her and my hand was dangerously close to grazing one of her cute little tits.She had one more drink and I could tell she was flying high when another song came on and she pulled me to the floor. This time she would alternately press against me and whisper naughty things in my ear and turn around and grind her ass against my rapidly hardening cock. She reached down and rubbed me through my pants and I had all I could take. I led her out and called a cab. In the cab on the way. Andy was the younger one , he was about 6 foot 2 , 24 years old and had a huge cock. It wasnt long before my wife was sucking on his big meat muscle like it was a popsicle and it didnt take long for him to shoot up some pre-cum. She drank it down and squeezed the head of his cock. "Save that sauce for fucking me baby " ,she told him. Meanwhile Dane ,who was 44 years old started wanking on his huge dick . "Come on baby ,put that dick in me", my wife ordered him.She laid down on the bed and. Only I went through something forwards, backwards, sideways and inside out all at the same time. There was a single moment in time when I felt, flat as a shadow, or smaller than an atom, or ... something. Even today I cannot find words to describe it. The apprehension I felt inside my bubble of calm reminds me of something I read by D.H. Lawrence."Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, canceled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion?"When my consciousness.