So it's horizontal. I'm not likely to choke you.”“What a way to go,” I laughed. “How would you explain that one?”“Precisely,” she said, ...huffling into position. “You can spit into the towel if you like.”“I'm going to drink you,” I said. “I'm going to swallow your urine.”I got my chest between her legs, my arms wrapping her thighs, and gave her a lick.“Stay there,” she ordered, and I placed my mouth on her crotch and created some suction as a kind of trial. Edna wasn't messing around. She. It wasn’t hard to see when it began poking through the thin material of your camisole and blouse. My hand slid between your arms and your breast. No one else could see that my knuckles began to replace the stimulation of your thumb. You smiled and leaned forward making it harder for others to see what was going on and easier for my hand to graze your nipple. When you said, ‘Hey, what are you doing,’ it was with mock outrage and a twinkle in your eye. I replied, ‘Are you wet yet?’ You looked. "There, that's my girl," Monique cooed.Dawn basked in the glow of praise, as she removed the panties out from under the Monique's heels and sat back down, then proceeded to wipe the water from her face and chest. The panties smelled strongly of sex, but she was so glad for the safety and comfort, she didn't care."Now get all of that wet stuff out of there," Monique said, motioning to Dawn's crotch.Dawn blushed and dipped the silken garment into the folds of her sex to absorb the copious flow of. He would need to find true courage soon... Or never.First, silence. Then the unending devastation, the ringing end of the world, the cataclysm to eclipse all cataclysm. An obliteration of sound, a loss of self, a pressure that would go on and on and on. Through it all, those who were exposed to it had to scream and wad their ears up with cotton swabbing. Then silence came. Those lucky to have protective muffling around their ears or even advanced techno-sorcery that might shroud the head in a.