Five or six blasts sprayed the inside of my mouth and I gulped it down hungrily. I continued to lick and suck at his perfect piece of meat until he b...gged me to stop because it was too sensitive to continue. Reluctantly, I let it plop from my mouth and he joined me, kneeling on the floor. We kissed passionately for a few minutes and then we agreed that we needed to lie down. We killed the shower, grabbed our towels and headed for the bedroom.We dried off a little, laid the towels on my bed. Hank ignored the heaviness in his chest, discounting it as being out of breath from his panicked run. He neared the paddleboat lagoon, and turned into the brush.The feeling of the brush scraping his chest alarmed Hank. It hurt. It really, really hurt, as if every nerve on his chest were alive and hypersensitive. But Hank ignored it. The ladder was near. He stumbled again, catching himself at the last moment. The wall drew nearer, looming like an ebony shadow against the night sky.Hank saw the. The DVD continued to record us. It showed the erratic move that resulted from my slap while he was backing out of the parking space. It also showed us stopping, and Jon getting out of the car to look at the damage. Then it showed us as we hurriedly left the scene. There was no way we could say that we didn't know we'd hit the car.Mr. Cole said, "That car has a custom pearl paint job applied by an artisan from a shop on the other side of the country. The car will have to be trucked to California. Don't stop." Marcie did look very turned on to Rose. Her eyes had taken on a glint that Rose hadn't noticed previously. Also, to Rose's amusement, Marcie had begun licking her lips frequently and her mouth hung open slightly. Rose was aware that her delay in relating the fantasy was deliberate. She had always been very private and expressing the "toilet fantasy" to another person was something she was not prepared for. She felt very exposed. Though Marcie's acceptance seemed genuine, Rose.