She'd fought her attacker, I could tell, because the hem of her shift had worked itself lip to the juncture of her thighs. Then the thought came to me...that her murderer might still be in her apartment. He wasn't.A quick tour proved that there was no one there. Nothing seemed to be disturbed. Her purse was still in the bedroom, closed, the way she'd left it the night before. I didn't touch it. I didn't touch a thing. With my back turned to her so that I wouldn't have to look at her face I called. I must have come all over her tongue. I began to suck on it hesitantly, tasting myself and rubbing her bare, warm back with my somewhat shaking hands.We talked for about ten minutes about random things, exes, past experiences, etc. I offered to go down on her but she said she was already late getting home and had to leave. She had fun as it was. I walked her to my door after we got dressed, I kissed her goodbye and wished her a safe trip home.We never hooked up again, although we kept in. But she said it again anyway: “My Love.” And, as she slid slowly downwards, “Here, turn toward the wall, lean forward a bit, and let me relax you first…”It was not long before Alison was moaning in soft pleasure, as she felt Claire’s clement tongue probing between her buttocks, gently tickling her little pucker into a modest but blossoming gape. “That’s so good, Claire,” she whimpered, as her lover’s hand slid between her thighs, curling a finger upwards into her sweet depths. “Yeah, finger my. “Dude you only hit me like twice” Ok so maybe you weren’t that close“I wann a rematch!” you demand leaning forward on the sofa in determination to secure at least one win in this game.“Doesn’t matter how many matches we have I’ll still beat you” Beast boy comments giggling to himself, you feel a large hand being placed on your shoulder looking behind you see Cyborg smiling widely at you. “Don’t listen to him Rider, BB plays this game all the time, plus you have a few weeks to practice before we.