You feel tongues everywhere between your legs - on your inner thighs, licking your lips, probing your pussy, circling your anus, and sucking your clit...ris. It feels incredible - all those tongues, tasting you at once."Aaaah! Aaaaaaah! I feel them! Rough tongues keep licking me. How many are there? Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuuuck!I repeat my descriptions of all the tongues lapping up her sweetness between her legs. Leaning forward, I watch her dance of ecstasy on the couch. I stroke my cock straining to. Stockings, innocent-looking. Corsets, like a Mistress. Whores, made-up with cocksucking lips.I wandered confused, stoned and horny. I really shouldn't have had that third joint. But hell, I loved the feeling of being stoned. The ground was squidgy beneath my feet, propelling me on. I stopped at a bar, had a small beer to slake my thirst, then moved on, seeking...what?I walked past the whores. I knew I was fucking horny, wanting to get laid, wanting to get off, wanting to cum. But none of the. While she was sleeping I kept planting “seed feelings” in her body that made her feel uncomfortable in whatever position she was in. Quite unconsciously I slowly “herded” her into her posture of supplication. Of course, finding herself in that position when she awoke scared the living fuck out of her. Hence the drywall and carpentry damage.She tried to shake it off and start her day, but now she had a bigger problem. Shortly after she turned on the shower, she heard the water trickling down the. ‘I’ve only just had a shower Bethany, just before I came around.’ She chuckled. ‘I had one too, as I said, this bath is playing in, not for washing in. Come on, don’t disappoint me I’ve been looking forward to this for an hour or more.’ Of course the moment I heard myself saying what I had, I realised just how stupid I had been, and had already started getting my things off before Bethany had time to finish her further invitation. As I stepped nakedly forward, Bethany slid herself a little.