To the right of the doors was a little kitchen nook. It had a small refrigerator, microwave, small double sink and counter. Jeanna's big dining room t...ble that she did not want was already sitting near the long counter and entrance door to be used for meetings or eating. There was a large pull-down screen at the wall with one of those fancy ceiling mounted projectors pointed at it.The floor was covered in a nice commercial carpet. I was impressed. Marcy had done a wonderful job again in getting. He made his way down the steps of the front entrance by rote. He didn’t see all of the busy pedestrians walking along the sidewalk at the front of the hospital. He didn’t see all of the cars rushing up and down the busy street. He didn’t see anything save the face of his lost love. He walked slowly along the street, his head bowed and his mind numb from the pain of having witnessed the death of the only person in the world whom he’d ever loved. He paid no heed as his aimless, undirected gait. ”“Essence...” I sighed, and not in a good way. Despite the amazing hummer she gave me followed be me sodomizing her while she bent over the railing of the back porch for all of the Hollywood Hills to witness, I wasn’t a fan of her.“Interesting,” Shanelle said, a naughty glint in her blue eyes. “What is your impression of Essence, besides that girl can deep-throat your clit-dick with gusto.”“Well...” I bit my lip. I had to be honest. “She’s a prima donna. She thinks she’s hot shit, you know.. She opened me with such care and gentleness. I reached back to touch her but she moved my arm away."Maybe next time Suzy." She whispered and she parted my inner lips and found my entrance. The clouds floated by, God knew how high up we were, her finger entered me, and then another. A slow easy rhythm. And in the quiet of the room the little sounds of wetness. I felt the fingers of her other hand press at the base of my tummy. How did she know I liked that? So far my clit had been ignored but.