After working through her impressive wine collection, she’d attacked whatever liquor she had, ending with beer. She’d made sure to not have one cl...ar moment all day or night; it would have too painfully reminded her of how stupid she’d been.There were huge gaps in her memory, where she must have blissfully zonked out.Collecting the empties, she found half-dried vomit and dark stains that reeked of urine.She’d been on drinking binges before, but never like this. Slowly returning to sobriety she. ..the smell of her as my tongue glides over clit driving her crazy ...I slide one hand off her cheek and bring it up between her legs ...rubbing a finger along her slit .it's already open from my lips on her ...as my finger colects her sweet nectar on it becoming slick with her passion it finds her entrance ...without warning I slide one finger deep into her velvety folds her walls pulse as though trying to capture it . She raises her hips more arching her back with her neck against the top of. It was plain to all how happy Rainer was to see his wife again. He was very excited. Since no one wore clothing in this culture, his excitement was plain to see, for anyone who cared to look. As Rainer and his wife greeted each other, their embrace took longer than many might have expected.Norse greeted the Director with a kiss to her right cheek, and hug that looked just a tad more than friendly. Shortly, the introductions were made all around.Aphelia, Rainer's wife, began by saying, "Mr.. Can’t wait. And that hotel has me blacklisted now, too. I guess all that shit on the ceiling was just too much. So, I decided to drop off the radar for a while, to mull things over, and in the end (sorry) called my roommate from college. Sam Weiner. Yeah, I know, great name. Anyway, we talked for a while, three or four hours, I think. He’d had a hair up his ass (again, so sorry) about motorcycles for years, so of course that’s all he wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about my asshole, but.