But there was no connection. My practiced skills may have been matched with effort, but never once were they reciprocated with equal technique or car.... And, most importantly, I didn’t actually care about these girls.David Foster Wallace once wrote that there are two types of misogynists in the world: one who puts a notch in his bedpost for every woman he beds and one who puts a notch in his bedpost for every orgasm he can give to one woman. I have always related to the latter. Which is why. “Nice tits, by the way. For a sister, I guess.” “You asshole!” I screamed and he just laughed louder. “Why do you have a boner, anyway? You perv. Got a thing for your friends downstairs?” I laughed at him. “We found some porn flick on the dresser in Mom and Dad’s room so we started watching it.” He said very frankly but I know that he knew better. Nonetheless I should have never left it out for him to find. “Great,” I said sarcastically. “Now you guys are having a wankfest? You better put that. “Oh, pleased to finally meet you, Lady Mage Morgana.”“Which Jude?” Morgana asked, her brow furrowing.“Judas Iscariot,” Judas replied with a cheery smile.“Wonderful, simply bloody wonderful,” Morgana muttered before reaching out to shake his hand only for him to turn hers over and kiss the back of it.“Behave,” was all Morgana had to say as she turned a gimlet eye upon him.“But of course, dear Lady,” he replied with a slight smile.“Right, we’re going to have to be very careful, but it looks like. I was getting Goosebumps as she moved down my legs and licked and kissed my calves and toes. The crowd went crazy! My knees went weak and I slid to the floor as she moved her way back up my legs. I moved my hands to my bra and started playing with my breasts. I totally forgot that I was in the middle of a crowded club. She was moving towards my pussy when the music ended and she stood up. I was weak from excitement and covered in sweat. She grabbed my hand and slowly got to my feet and walked.