“OHHHHHHHHHH…AHHHHH…EEHHH...OHHH YESSSSS…YESSS” said loudly.Was it that good? Was it really? Did he do that good a job on her like it sounde...? Her body thrashed. Left and right and up and down, her legs moved all over the place and his eyes would look up and watch her tits wildly swivel everywhere too. His tongue all the while continued to deep dive down the soaked trenches of her pussy. Yes, she came. She came in an enormous way while her hands pushed down steadily on the top of his head.. I don't know how Sean will react to it.By the end of the third week I was ready for sex. I still had trouble talking without either lisping or clacking that damned ball in my tongue against my teeth. I was worried about damaging the enamel on my teeth. My nipples and my clit were still a little tender, but not anything I couldn't live with.On Saturday of the third week Sean and I did a little experimenting. I was still unhappy with that big fucking metal ball in my tongue. Sean, on the other. Maybe she was hoping I’d come back, be her roommate and we’d be lovers. We didn’t really get that far. I just told her I wasn’t interested in picking up with her again. I explained to her that we did things as a group and that if one of us wasn’t welcome, none of us were. That’s what we were talking about when you arrived.”“So that’s why she looked so uncomfortable? I assumed she was still in the same mood that kept her from coming to the party Saturday.” I paused and shrugged. “Maybe she was,. Sometimes she calls me bellota." Acorn?" I laughed. "Your grandmother calls you acorn?" When I've pleased her. When I've messed up she calls me arbusto," She waited for me to translate, and when I didn't, provided us with 'shrub.'"How come you know bellota but not arbusto?" she asked.I recited."An acorn swungOn an oak-tree bough;So long it had hung, It would fain fall nowTo the kindly earth, That its germ withinMight burst into birth, And its life begin." 'The Acorn' by Francis William.