As they got closer in the low light they could make out an arm. From what they could see from the robe the exposed hand of that arm was a bright and f...miliar blue.Quickly moving around the chair they could see an older man, in his late fifties to early sixties sitting in the chair, eyes wide open, but he was completely blue all over.Moving up to the bottle Gem quickly sniffed it and looked up at the group and shook her head slowly and sadly. It was the same plague that they had been. Every motel delivery we made was a guaranteed nut case, and usually didn't tip. I hated going to the Motel 6, because the seediest people always stayed there. If they weren't crack dealers, they were prostitutes. If they weren't prostitutes, they were living in because of some terrible heroin habit. I remember I made one delivery, and this woman opened the door wearing all this black leather, and had a whip in her hand. She invited me in, and on the inside of the room there was this guy. And it was more than obvious to Di, that Sofia's life had turned for the best, when she had become friends with Sylvia. Di could hear it in how Sofia talked about Sylvia and the things they did in their spare time. Sofia even had told her some of the dares they made each other do. Like, running through the apartment building in the nude or even sometimes in a nearby park. Luckily, they have always managed to stay hidden from the public and never got into trouble with the cops while doing those. This was bliss, the beautiful taste of a woman on my lips, noisy responses from her, while received a serious fucking from behind.“Oh, oh, oh,” from Jenn.“Mmbblldfhh,” from me.“Jeez, what a tight wet cunt you have Roma,” from Roy.“Fuck, I’m there,” I cried, which was too much for Jenn as she came too. “No, Roy, not yet,” I spluttered, as he pulled himself out and we all changed places.I lay on my back as Jenn positioned herself as I had been and as she started her second go at eating pussy, Roy.