"For a blow job I'll give you a meth lab. You don't have to worry, I sure as hell would never tell anyone I was a snitch. I wouldn't have to worry abo...t you giving me up as your snitch either. That's why it's the coin of the realm. Mutual destruction. Think about it."I went back to my room and then to the computer. I looked up lots of things on it just to avoid thinking about The Monk. I was pretty sure he didn't get that nickname because he was celibate. Then again he had paid Gypsy. He was. But, my friend was a very attractive man and he literally reeked of sexuality. It was just a matter of time before we took it to the next level. One afternoon he stopped by my house. My husband worked afternoon shift and was at work. My friend and I were sitting on the sofa when he put his arm around me and scooped me up into the most sensual kiss. His tongue literally was fucking my mouth. I could feel his tongue caressing my tongue and pressing against my lips. I was lost in that kiss. . Myself I was very picky about where I would dine. Deer had such sweet blood, not quite as salty and bitter as a wild boar’s. Raccoon blood was just awful tasting, the blood always tainted by the copious amounts of human garbage they would consume. They had a taste much like the bears that would spend their time feasting at the dump not far from here. To eat from a bear was always a crap shoot, if you were lucky enough to get one that refused the easy life of trash consumption it would be a real. I could not help but let out a little moan. I knew the woman next door had heard me. I imagined her there sitting, listening to my moans…Barbara pushed her thumb between my buttocks, as trying to lift me off my feet using my pussy as a handhold. Her palm was directly caressing my swollen clit. Now I wanted to cum and I wanted to cry out my climax…I wanted to cum so bad…My legs were shaking with no control. I thought I could fall to the floor.The other woman was still listening to us. I would.