"Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Smith," she heard him say. Brad listened intently a few moments, and then said "Wow! I didn't think it would happen in time. ...'m about 20 minutes out. Prep the patient and get the OR ready!"Amy already knew what was coming as he hung up the phone. She had a pouty, disappointed look on her face. "I'll make it up to you, Babe!" Brad said. "But they got a donor for DJ!" That, at least, made it worth it to Amy to miss out on what promised to be a night of amazing sex. DJ. It was time for lunch, and the pizza was getting cold. The woman they’d left in the room could be handled later. Sorrel looked around at her new domicile. It was, more or less, what she expected, a bed, sort of, more of that cold green linoleum flooring, gray cinder block walls, no windows, two recessed fluorescent lights, that were a change from the incandescent bulbs the other rooms had all had, and there was one small chair clearly bolted to the floor. The bed was of the same disheartening. Guys in the dressing room talk about eating and kissing pussy but I thought it was all talk. Being faced with Lucy's pussy I want to kiss her. Pulling back a bit I kiss her luv lips. I am reward with a surge of her secretions and the sound of her moaning. Tasting the juice I'm surprised that doesn't taste bad. With my lips covering her opening I suck like a vacuum cleaner. Lucy's ample secretions run down my throat. Then my little brain kicks in. All the articles I read tell me to concentrate. " That was an understatement. My lips were wet with anticipation—and not just the ones on my head.His taste was... Well, reddish, I suppose: that warm, salty, slightly raw taste that I've since learned is the taste of all skin. He was very warm (something I hadn't quite expected). It was like putting my mouth around a shining flashlight—you can't see it with your own eyes, but you can feel it shining, feel your mouth filling, presence without substance. That was what it felt like—the sense of.