So…maybe I should go home now?’ ‘Why are you forcing me to make a choice?’ ‘I’m not-‘ Louis stopped then, and fit a hand over his brow, ...o perhaps rub out some of the deliberation. ‘Faulkner wrote:’ he continued, ‘Those that can, do. Those that can not, suffer for it and so, write about it. You either have it in you to do this, or to just…pretend to do it.’ ‘What the hell is going on with me?’ asked Martha, leaning her head on a fist. ‘Uh…let’s see. At your age, you have a monstrous degree of. Then across my chest, tracing my areola and nipples with his tongue before sucking gently …every so often a little nibble, it was sheer bliss. He looked up at me as he moved down my toned stomach with his tongue, circling my navel, then stopping at my mound and looking up at me. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders as he kissed up them, nibbling on my thighs and making me squirm. He reached out and gently parted my lips as he inserted his tongue deep into my pussy, then up to my pulsing clit. I. You can’t touch others. It took me the longest time to figure out how to possess someone, but that isn’t really feeling or touching. It’s more like watching.”David looked into her eyes. “Believe me,” he said, “sometimes you can feel. What I felt tonight was... unbelievable.”“That was me,” Nancy said slowly. “I was inside of her with you. What she could feel, I could feel even though I was only watching from inside her. But because we were... overlapped... you could feel what I was. Her tongue roamed over the meaty head and she felt it growing at her touch. His cock was thick and long and the veins bloated and puffy. The scent of her own arousal filled the room as she took his pulsating cock into her mouth and began working on it feverishly. She could hear his lust-filled moans as she pleasured him with her hot mouth. The room seemed to spin out of control as she gave in to her own cravings; no longer worrying about any intrusion. In moments he had her bent over, her.