I lay her down in bed and sucked her boobs. I bit her nipples wildly and worked on her stomach, navel, waist for a long time. She was enjoying it a lo.... I knew it was time to go down. I softly touched her inner thighs for some time rolling my fingers over them. I raised her petticoat and took off her wet panty.I then put my mouth over her pussy and let my tongue dig deep inside her. She was moaning crazily and I did not want to stop. I loved making her crazy and held her hips and waist tightly. .well, naked. That is to say, they didn't have clothes on them.They were also anatomically correct, another one of Dr. Fine's littlequirks. So Jerry and I covered ourselves with some blankets whileoutsiders were around. After the ambulance and cops left, we took offthe blankets and kinda stood around, staring at the wreck of the lab.It was pretty bad, I gotta tell ya. There was no way in hell it wasgonna be back in operation for several weeks.The worst part of it was that the part of the lab. People looked past the homeless for they did not want tointeract with them. They might be asked to give alms. People also didnot want to look at AJ for he was faceless. His long beard, sunglasses,and mane of dreadlocks covered any distinguishing features which wouldshow he was once an individual.AJ always bit his tongue at this point, as she waved. Even with knowingthat his friend was going to stop to talk with him, he did not want tomake any assumptions. That simple assumption of interaction. "Lisa, this is Maria. She'll come and go while I tell my story."She took a deep breath. "My father's name was Hassan Esfahani. He was born in Yazd, a city in Iran, a Persian Shiite Muslim, poor as dirt. He went to Cairo University to study commerce on an Iranian government scholarship. My mother's name was Georgette Baracat, from Jezzine in Lebanon. She was a Druze Christian, from a rich family. They sent her to Cairo University to study arts, but really, to find a rich, influential Egyptian.