The shock of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure through me. Slowly, he spread my lips apart and slid his tongue inside me and gently rubbed my clit wi...h his finger. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him further into me. I could feel myself about to climax and I pushed him into me harder. When I came, I pushed down on to his face and I could see my juices running down the side of his face. He wiped his face and then kissed me so I could taste my sweetness. I rolled him over and. I didn't drive. I would never find a parking spot in her part of the city. I took the subway. Arriving at her apartment, I then did something I would never, should never have done. I didn't knock or use the doorbell. I used my key and entered. I had a compulsion that came over me. It asserted control. It was irresistible. I wanted to know what was going on. I wanted to know what my darling, my soul mate, was doing when I was not around. This was when I made the bad decision. This was when the. 'Here she comes again', he uttered, as my gaze shifted to her making her way towards us. 'Better tuck him away, just in case', and as I looked at him, he unashamedly pushed his imaginary cock in between his legs and crossed them, as if to keep it in-situ, I burst into laughter, and was still laughing when she stood alongside us, staring incredulously.'Sorry, sorry, I repeated, he just said something funny', and she relaxed and put his beer on the table and my coffee in front of me, adding that. Beer/wine/ Norwegian Rum…doesn’t matter…and we’ll talk.” “About what?” “About movies. About the price of gas. About YOU and about getting you through this.” “Through what?” Timmy piped up. “Mom’s a little upset cause you were born retarded.” I smiled at my little brother. “Kiss my ass.” Timmy scowled. “Timmy…” Mom scolded in return. “Well…I’m not retarded.” “Just slow.” I assured him with a grin. “Faster than you.” He says and pushes me off my chair and takes off towards the waves,.