Mary had told the desk she was expecting her husband but gave my first name. Armed with the key I made my way to the room with a dozen yellow roses in...my hand. The door swung open into a living room with a fantastic view of the still snowy mountains. Laying the roses down I called out for Mary. I did not hear an exact response more a guttural moan or gasp. That was followed by "Good you are here. Come in Del." I was not prepared for the sight in the bed. Mary was laying, naked, a toy humming. I saw Bill, the confirmed bachelor from next door, smiling and holding a bottle of wine. I asked him in and he sat on the couch while I took the bottle, opened it and poured two glasses. Giving Bill his and sitting on the chair across from him I asked to what I owed the pleasure of his visit.At first he just smiled and told me that he wanted to be a good neighbor and thought that a couple of drinks would help us get better acquainted. I smiled and agreed. We made small talk and soon we were on. Something told me that another dollop of alcohol was indicated. The liquor bottle, now seriously depleted, was still on the table; I reached over to open the drawer and take out a coffee spoon, poured a little vodka and coaxed it into his mouth. It seemed to slide down his throat without any need for visible swallowing. Then I did it a second time, but I figured that was enough for now.Vaguely I looked around me, orienting myself to my otherwise familiar cabin. It all looked normal, it was. Her creamy tongue weaved beneath my toes, swaying side to side as she relished my appendages. Loud popping sounds of sucking echoed in the tight quarters of the pit… the hallowed feast found my ankles, my lower leg as hot saliva left it’s torrid path. Cupping my fleshy thigh, Cindi’s mouth violently devoured my chubby limb as if she suddenly went mad… frantic for deliverance… desperate for any nourishment I was willing to provide her with. Mouth agape and eyes closed, Cindi lunged forward with.