She was reluctant then, but in the end, she was surprised at the wash of pleasure (and probably power) it gave her to pee all over me.Now I lean into ...er and cover her slit with my mouth, tongue lapping through her labia and up to the tiny opening that is about to produce her golden nectar. She lets one hand hold the back of my head and she groans in pleasure.It only takes a few seconds and she pulls me away a few inches again gently to hold me by my hair, keeping a firm hold on it. I watch her. It was lava. She asked me why I was crying. I told her the floor was lava and that no one had asked me to protect them since I came home. I said, The floor is lava outside the United States, too. I said I had been trained to protect people from lava before and no one needed that back home. She said I had to be her protector from that day forward and save her from the lava no matter what it looked like. I said ok.He carried on, "The second time she came to see me, she wore a short denim jacket,. Just this weekend, he brought a young woman back to his apartment. She was young, with dirty blond hair, college student looks with a wild innocence about her. Both drunk, they stumbled their way inside Dave’s tiny studio apartment on the second floor. Dave's apartment was right across from the elevator - in view just as he opened his front door.The second that they got inside, the girl pulled off her thong stripper panties from under her short straight innocent looking skirt, unbuttoned his. ‘And you, you religious freak, tell me where you hid that fucking map or I’ll start breaking your fucking fingers until you do!’ The dark-haired woman gently laid a hand on Tyson’s shoulder and softly said his name. He whirled around, snarling at her. ‘Get your fucking ass back to your room before I beat it for you!’ ‘Let me spend some time with him, Tyson. Alone. Just him and me. He’ll tell us where he’s hidden it. I promise you.’ He sneered at her. ‘You think you can make him talk?’ His sneer.