Finally Steve let go. She pulled back immediately but he placed one hand on the back of her head and shoved her forward again.This time the slimy feel...ng of her mouth enveloped me as she closed it in surprise. Her squeals were muffled. Every time Steve loosened his hold on her head she tried to pull away. Eventually I got slightly upset and simply grabbed the sides of her head and her hair and shoved her all the way down my shaft. Her throat opened up for me with a stabbing squelching sound and. I think my mouth dropped open as I nodded yes.Without another word, she slid my coffee cup out of the way, hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties and lay down on the table directly in front of me. It had been months since I had sex with anything other than my hand, so I can't tell you how appealing this was. I did something I don't usually do on the first "date." I buried my face in her crotch. Slowly I remembered how to do it, and within seconds she was writhing in ecstasy. My tongue. It was easy to see that he understood how close he was to dying.Once I had his undivided attention, I ordered him to take me back home. He tried to pretend he didn’t understand, but I clipped him once, very hard, on the top of his shoulder with the pistol and he immediately remembered he understood English and absolutely couldn’t wait to comply. “If you so much as try to touch the push-to-talk button, I will spray your brains all over this nice, shiny cockpit,” I said, softly, causing him to. “What do you mean?”“Are you sure that wasn’t what you needed in that moment?” Anna restated.“What? That I needed to try and beat her up sexually?” I asked bitterly.“No!” Anna and Risa said in unison, “That you needed to release your grief, and that you needed her to be a vessel for your pain and grief,” Risa stated firmly.I had to think about that. Had she been aware of how deep I was hurting? OK, yeah, that was a stupid question. She had always been very aware of my moods. It was not a gift.