“I’d change it for you, but I’ve got this back problem,” Pitch said, palms of his hands pressed against the small of his back. Then he turned ...is palms up.“Can I use your cell?” Kirstie asked.“You could… but it looks like I don’t have service here either,” Pitch said as he pulled it out of the holder and examined the full service bars.Pitch pointed to the restroom structure. “And I can see that payphone is no good.”Kirstie turned and looked at the building where the public telephone’s handset. The next thing that I knew, my ass and pussy floated on their tongues. Both women devoured me without any embarrassment or shame whatsoever, thankfully. They acted together, not so much as a chair or stool, but as a pair of pillows or cushions. Their tongues slithered like snakes along my taint, my crack, my pussy, and my mons Veneris. I also felt as if I were soft serve now or something, from the way that the two ladies ate me with enthusiasm.“Your turn, dear. We dare you to let us eat you. Bringing me closer, squeezing me harder against her breasts. A few times I recalled her reaching down and rubbing or lightly cupping my ass as she would hug me. I would often think of her doing that while masturbating or doing my best to remember what I recalled of her body. Once when my family had gone over to her house everybody wanted to go shopping. I had a ton of homework to do so I stayed home and worked in her older son’s room. She mentioned that she’d been in bed ill for the past day or. Such sounds I had not heard for so long. ‘Yes, tomorrow,’ I agreed. I would hear that sound again and that would be my last. Yes, there would be no sound again for me. Torn and sleepless, that night I had nothing. No hand to hold. No-body to rest into. No sound to keep me sane. Standing, I walked over to the clock, how had it reached 6am? Then, down the stairs, I danced eerily, wasn’t there something I had to do? My slippers tapped onto the steps and into my father’s old workspace. Here I found.