Her complexion is jaundiced and she has several age spots on her cheeks. Her nostrils remind me of a pit viper's and her lips sit at an odd angle. She...is overweight and flabby too.It is at this point that I want to slap her misshapen face hard but I resist the urge, instead I thrust my fingers into her soaking and smelly unwashed cunt. She gasps and momentarily arches her back. I then grab her tit roughly squeezing it till she asks me to stop – it makes me smile when she registers pain across. Cautiously I put my hand on her upper arm, near her shoulder, and began to describe how the evening might unfold if I had someone special with me. Surprisingly, she gave no sign of not wanting my arm around her and I began to relax.Sitting there beside Deb was actually producing a happier feeling for me than I thought I’d obtain all night. It was nice to be talking to and touching a lady again. It had been alone too long I guess. The conversation flowed quickly and easily, as did the alcohol. I. He had a feeling that survival over the next twelve months was going to be problematic.In his opinion, Iraq would make a very good parking lot: the whole damn place. Any religion, or group of people, that thought using little kids as suicide bombers was a good idea, needed to be obliterated, root and branch. A religion that held classes for five year olds, teaching them to hate by chanting death to whoever, needed to be eradicated. He was disgusted by the mindset of both sides of the religious. I start to get my scrubby all lathered up when she says, “Here, let me do that for you.” She takes it from my hand and starts to wash me. She starts at my neck making slow circles with the scrubby as she begins to work down my chest. She gets to my nipples and slowly circles them, paying extra attention to them as she knows that this is a sensitive part for me. I just close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the sensation that I am getting from her attention. All the while I am starting.