‘I thought you might be able to.’ Sonya’s tone lowered into a more husky whisper. Her talented fingers ran up and down his cock, feeling it thro... in excitement. The fluffy robe she wore hung loose as she lowered her head to plant a soft kiss on the little pink slit of his cock. ‘Mmmm, I can still taste Gwen.’ She informed him. It wasn’t surprising since Gwen had been jubilantly riding his lap not more than thirty minutes ago. ‘Do you like it?’ Jamie asked, finally opening his eyes to look at. Which iswhat you are."Once more the pantied pair had to rise from their knees. They were led,heads hung and lips pouting, to a small storage room where a pink bedwith a girly bedspread, and pillows with cute covers, waited for them.In their disheveled state, lipstick smeared, eye make-up damaged bytears, panties not quite all the way back up, they got in and werecovered. With their hands still cuffed, they had to lie facing eachother, unable even to turn away and stop being reminded of what. "You have pretty good tasting cum." She said, matter-of-factly."Uh, thanks," I responded, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. After all, I was laying there naked in my livingroom with my roommate's girlfriend.I was just about to get up when Shannon leaned in and kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I could taste my own cum on her lips as we made out. After a few seconds she pulled away, smiling."Did you like it?" She asked."Like what?" Did you like me licking your asshole?"I. I was being made whole from the fabric of the universe. I am not fading out of existence but fading into it. I’m solidifying. Becoming one.”I had a term paper to write comparing a specific aspect of modernism with a counterpart in postmodernism and how it influenced my own work. Foundations of Contemporary Art was not my favorite class by a long stretch. It was almost impossible to self-analyze and suggest that my own art was more modernist or post-modernist. It was certainly influenced by both.