Then he went back to licking me. But now there was nothing to reduce his rough tongue from getting to all my sensitive private parts. What with the ho... tongue flesh caressing my back, sides, belly, tits pussy and ass I was fast losing self control. These monsters were making me feel things I had never felt before. And the Dane had found my clit with the tip of his tongue and he seemed to know exactly what it was for and how to treat it. I was feeling really strange and I was building to a cum.. She seemed confused and bothered by the fact that she couldn't find it."What the fuck. Where is it? I bet my mom went through my stuff again, that bitch!" I almost laughed but managed not to, though I decided that if I somehow fucked up during this and made a sound I would just pretend that I was a haunted dildo. It seemed the best way out.She must have noticed it sitting there on her bed out of the corner of her eye because she suddenly came over a huge smile on her face as she picked me up.. It occurred to me that she was trying to get out of telling me her decision by not saying anything and hoping the whole thing would just go away. I knew this must be weighing heavy on her mind because it was heavy on mine all day.At work I fantasized about having sex with Sandy but kept feeling guilty about how Lori would feel if I fucked Sandy. Then I tried to imagine how I would feel about Ben fucking Lori. I was back and forth with those thoughts all day.I sat in the living room until I. I am dulling the edge of my hurt with a six-pack of pale ale at the end of the Love Street Lake Association Dock when Gina sits down and dangles her toes in the water without a word.One thing about Gina that hasn't changed, she’s as taciturn as ever. If she isn't going to say anything, given my foul mood, neither am I––although I do pass her my bottle. She takes a sip, hands it back, and follows my gaze to where the moonbeams are dancing on the lake.We finished three bottles before she finally.