I shut 'er off. The instant silence and lack of throb a welcome relief. I was getting too old for this meat grinder. Felt liked I'd aged ten years in ...he last three days."What have you got here, youngster?" Cully, give me a hug, you." I'd forgotten how she smelled. My heart fluttered and tears threatened."Oh, yeah." Though I figured with him out there in the parking lot watching she'd not want affection. I was mistaken."I missed you."She looked like a million bucks. The love juiced mini dress. It was not my fault! I stood my ground like I should have and it was definitely all Laith’s fault. Jackass. Closing my eyes and remembering how it felt to kiss him, his smell, how good the sex had been and then, remembering the sting of his hand on my face. Not my fault. Tears that no longer could be held back erupted from my eyes. Sobbing I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket and cried into its softness. The moon and her stars the only witnesses. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++. She had stretched out on her back and had thrown her legs up over her head, and she had sat on the edge of the bed and bent her head down as far as she could--but she had fallen just short, frustratingly short. Her tongue was able to reach her curly cunt hair but it would not extend into her crotch nor quite reach her clit. It had been terribly disappointing for her, her hot breath billowing on her steaming cunt but to no avail. After she had made the attempt a few times, she gave it up because. She wasn't sure why but the girl began to shiver. Perhaps it was because she had come out of the warm rain and her wet dress was cooling or for some other, inexplicable reason but the woman noticed.“Oh, My Dear, look at you. We had better get you dried off before you catch a chill.” She pointed up the nearby stairwell. “Second floor.”As the girl climbed the stairs her dress clung to her like a second skin and her sneakers squelched with each step. She was conscious of the woman following her.