“Are you worried about the ramifications, now?”I shook my head and smiled. Sated and content, I had no guilt or misgivings, at least at the moment... I was more interested about getting my tongue between Olivia’s thighs.At first the idea seemed daunting. I had zero experience going down on another woman. I knew Olivia was experienced, and I didn’t want to disappoint her.But now my own selfish need to get a taste of her outweighed any performance anxiety.I gently pushed at Olivia until she. The women were scantily dressed. Joan was wearing a glittery T-shirt with the sleeves cut off leaving a gaping hole at her underarms and a very short billowy skirt. As usual, in her hunting mode, she wore no underwear. We got drinks and chatted with the other guests. Joan flirted with several men. The band switched to dance music. Joan and I got up for a slow dance. We held each other tightly and I could feel her excitement building. A man, who introduced himself as Jack, asked Joan to dance.. : : : : :And another thing had tumbled into my body. Freakin' debris. It getseverywhere. Can't a corpse get some peace? It already looks so beaten up.Strange. The face still looks like it is just taking a nap. In thefreezer that is.Oh. Wait. The transmission. It started. Hi! To everyone out there thatmight pick up this broadcast. I need help. And please ignore my previousramblings. Even when the antenna doesn't have enough juice fortransmission speaking to it is the only way to hear my own. The idea of slackening that need, of fucking him in front of Tom was consuming me, over riding me in its intensity. “I’m not about to argue or tell a pretty lady no. What kind of man would I be if I did that, hmm?” He pulled back; I could see amusement at my obvious arousal in the way he grinned down at me, little wrinkles at the corner of those icy eyes. Dipping his head back to mine, he brushed my lips quickly with his own before catching them in his teeth, nip that started gentle, but turned.