Will the praying mantis now eat his mate? Yet again, I understand why he does not defend himself, the lassitude of post coital exhaustion completely ...nervating. Still, his hips are bucking up onto me, rocking against my pubic bone, his leg demandng further invasion. I know his cock is unloading, spasming and convulsing between our furry bellies, unloading thick curds of sperm-laden spunk between us. I cannot tell if he is laughing or crying, his hands mashing my face into his own, our. He takes the hint and meets me on the floor ready for it. We dance, we touch, we flirt. He grabs my hand and pulls me out the door to the side of the club. We kiss and I feel his dick long and strong harden against my belly. He looks down at me and says, "Can I have you?" "Hell yeah," I say. He picks me up in his arms and rips my panties from my ass, bearing me to the chill of the late night, then he impales me on his thick and juicy cock to the hilt. I scream out and he covers my mouth with. Thank you.”“Good luck.” Adelaide said, thinking that the exchange had gone better than she could have hoped.When Vesta returned from the Hall she was subdued and quiet. She had hated her task but she would have hated it more if Adelaide had asked any of the others. She set to her tasks, readying things for departure. She didn’t speaking much to the other girls.Adelaide knew Vesta was upset by the decision to leave Henry behind, even if (or perhaps because) she had been the one to suggest it.. When they finished we all went upstairs. Yvonne wanted another hug. I was happy to oblige. If anything it was better than the last one. Eventually we sat down on the sofa. She tended to show a shy smile when she looked at me and she looked at me a lot. I asked about Ann’s book. Yvonne was thrilled about ‘Interconnections.’ She looked at Ann and said: ‘There is something weird about your book. I found myself feeling that I was reading about people I knew, old friends.’ Ann responded: ‘I’m not.