Wet, sticky and dripping. I lost all coherent thought as I became a licking machine. I ran on instinct alone...my mouth on autopilot....and hyperdrive...When Kim's motions became more rhythmic, and her moans louder and more frequent, I knew I was about to savor an abundant cascade of sublimely sweet juices...and I worked even harder to make that happen. My tongue lapped with the speed of a hummingbird's incessantly beating wings. I reached a hand up between her legs and lightly caressed her mound. My hungry mouth quickly travelled up to hers and we joined in near combat. Her hands hung down to her side as if in complete surrender. As my captive I decided to use her well and good.Glancing over at her husband I could see his hands slowly moving in his lap and I decided what the hell. I broke our kiss and using my grip on her hair I pulled her around the foot of the vacant bed turned her to look at her old husband. Moving quickly then, I pulled her backwards down across the corner of the. She gave Abigail the bowl of hot water to hold, and (using the water and some of the cloths) she cleaned the young man’s hands as best she could. This was clearly very painful, and Abigail could see that he was bravely trying hard not to cry out, but the tears welling from his eyes showed how much pain he was suffering. She gave him a shy smile, showing that she understood. Then the Abbess rubbed soothing ointment over the burns and tightly wrapped them in clean cloths.“There,” she said, “that. Diana put out her hand. "Hi. I'm Diana. Of course you don't know me, or any of us except for Joyce, and her for only a few minutes before all the bad things happened. But please believe this," Diana said leaning down and hugging Turcott. Pulling back a little, but with her face still close, "You helped to save the life of one of us and we are eternally grateful. To say that you're welcome here is an understatement."Standing up and taking Turcott's hand, Diana continued. "We can never repay the.