‘Such a tasty treat for me, mmmm….you’re so sweet to lick, baby!’And you’re such a sweet licker!!! This woman is getting me some kind of hot...She starts concentrating on my clit, and I’m so hot that it’s only a minute before I’m gasping for breath and I come with a low deep moan! Her tongue doesn’t stop, and I know she’s trying to make me come several times, and with each moan, I do! Finally she sucks my clit as hard as she can and holds it in her lips and slowly releases me.‘Ahhhh……that. I was 25, in and outof relationships and one-night-stands. In debt, slightly overweight,unfulfilled at work and in life. My boss always questioning mypunctuality and disappearance around deadlines. Sick of weekendsconsisting of some shit night out to another shit club. Sick of drinkingthrough a lack of anything else to do. Sick of trying to pull the hottestgirl in the bar, and ultimately settling for whoever falls for my shitlines. Sick to the back teeth of following a football team that. You’d butt heads with a stop sign.”“You know,” Melissa said, “I was reading that satyrs were originally represented as having horse legs rather than goat ones. Horse legs, mule legs, kinda the same, he could just be a satyr, half mule.”My mother was chipper at this description. “Huh, that makes sense to me. He’s certainly stubborn enough to have mule legs.”I couldn’t see her face, but I knew Melissa was very satisfied with herself for that one. At least she was having fun. I wouldn’t say it to. But whichever it was, it happened far too suddenly and with absolutely no warning for Odile to take evasive action, not that there was much she'd have been able to do anyway.The intense blistering heat alone was more than enough to kill Odile even though the explosion's epicentre was over a kilometre away. But if it hadn't been that or the searing temperature, then the abrupt onrush of air into the suddenly opened vacuum would have dashed the life out of her as her charred body was smashed.