I quickly pulled my hand back and tried to hide the flush of shame and self-hate that filled my face. I never tried to touch her again.Back at the bar... Celeste and I got stinking drunk over the next four hours. Beers and shots and slammers, empty glasses accumulating on the bartop. Money ran out before desire to consume more did, and I helped her to my car, taking her keys with me. I didn’t want her driving, even though I was in no condition to drive myself. With typical male macho thinking, I. I started taking her clothes off.First thing I could see was her navel.I kissed her on her navel.She somewhat moved her body up. I get to know that she is very horny today. After sucking navel for 3-4 mins I proceeded further towards her boobs I removed her kurti.She was wearing red color net bra.She was looking like nagar khan to me today. Now I started playing with her boobs. Sucking. Kissing. Biting..To which she said she is all mine today.Be little soft.. I again started kissing her.Now my. She looks juicier and yummier than one of these fine breakfasts and that takes some doing. I also love watching Miles here get hoist from his own petard. The man’s a whiny, preachy bullshit artist who won’t drink coffee or beer and keeps talking about the need to trust our ‘Heavenly Father’ and shit like that! He’s such a fucking prude and he wants me to join his church after talking down to me for being a queer woman and a Catholic! Fucking Mormons!” Edda spoke up, her pretty neck tattoo. His discourse was moresimilar to the ones I heard in Nitry and that of Laisa in SansB. Healways referred to the demon as the "creature" or as a "wandering brainpattern". Unlike Laisa, however, he meant I should continue my search,and agreed that the one responsible for the "creature" should be foundand stopped. He arranged installations at the University's guest housefor me and promised me to help locating Mara's home and the man into whomshe had been transformed.The first part was easy, the.