I know what he wants to see. I will wait for the sign to begin. I lean forward and gulp deep on my gin, the fluid warming me, numbing me to the procee...ings ahead? Dutch courage? Not really? I have been here many times before. Why does he excite me so much, when all I feel is “dirty”? Suddenly Jason’s tumbler goes down firm on the table. It is the sign. I slowly stand, a bit wobbly on the heels due to the gin. I slide my fingers through my hair and run my hands round my neck and across my. The same ones that only a week ago we tangled with our bodies in a reckless and repeated indulgence of hot flesh.Flashes still return to me. These silent drab walls were alive and listening then, when the stale air was ripe with moaning and the smell of bodily fluids. Oh how we fit together. As if I was the thick curved skeleton key to your soul's vault, the warm, wet lock below you. And when I entered I would unlock your most deeply held secrets. We brought them out and counted each one, then. What makes you think you're over-sexed?"Devlin pursed her lips. "By the standards of the average woman in Western Culture I am definitely over-sexed. I enjoy sex and I do it as often as I can." She thought of the way she and Danny had discussed their schedules. "I even put it into my weekly planner so I make sure I have it." That doesn't make you over-sexed, Devlin, it just means you have a more active sex life than the average woman." Isn't that pretty much the same thing?"Krissi looked. Running my tongue over to her breast I slowly swirled around her nipple before placing my lips over it and sucking it as I licked the tip of it. Mary moaned rhythmically as I continued the treatment to her other tit, before kissing down her stomach.She leaned back on the bench as I went down her pushing her hips into the air, allowing me to slip her shorts off. Her black thong looked damp already, running my finger along the edges of it I pressed it tight against her mound so she could feel my.