Since the door from the other bedroom was still open, I backtracked out of the bedroom and then re-entered it while clearing my throat. I walked up to...bathroom again where Lola was and she poked her head out saying Hi Tom, its just me in here. Im about to head out. I said, Oh, Im glad I found you. I have something for you. She just looked at me a little bit confused. I pulled her into the bedroom and shut the hall door and then walked back over to the bed next to where she was standing. She. . " Greg said, reaching up to his ear ring, then looked over at me.I looked in his eyes and formed an empathic connection, and immediately began pushing against the confusion. I pushed hard. Very hard, actually, and once I was passing through his emotional tide, I set out feeling my way through his emotions searching for their sources. I waded through the streams of emotions, seeking out the ones that felt they didn't belong. There were hundreds of forks in the stream, and at each fork I had to. Good to know you’re not a one trick pony.”“When have I ever been? And I guess you’d be the trick.”“And you’re more a horse. And speaking of horse...”“Yeah, I’m done with that shit.”“It’s a fucking sweet high, but it’s a fucking rut.”“I agree. You’re going to hate me when I tell you when I first figured it out.”“I already hate you. So tell me.”“I had a fuck marathon.”“A fuck marathon? I heard you can fuck for days on the shit.”“And I proved it. Cheryl loved it.”“And you didn’t love fucking. She even giggled. Like it was fucking funny. Bitch!She held her cock in my throat preventing me from breathing. After a while it really got to me and my body started to buck a little and my eyes closed. She pulled back a little and again pulled my face toward her crotch. My eyes still closed, my jeans dirty from the floor...I felt filthy, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter at all. Tawny changed her motion a bit. Her deep, punishing, forced placement switched to a comfortable stroking. In.