" It wouldn't do any good. He has seen me dancing with you. However,tomorrow night, maybe he will be here still. I could come alone then." Alright."We...stayed some time longer; the crowd was beginning to change. It wasmid-week, so people didn't want to stay late. At 11 pm, the music stoppedand people started leaving, including our suspect. We gave him a bit of astart then followed him out. We walked slowly, arm-in-arm and observedhim watch to a black Ford SUV and drive away.On the pavement, we. My cock had lost a little of its hardness but firmed back up as soon as her hands reached my bum and pulled my cheeks apart. Debbie leaned forward and flicked her tongue over my arsehole then looked at me via the mirror. She smiled at me as I looked at her then put her face back between my buttocks and began lapping at my anus. The feeling was weird at first but felt fantastic when I got used to it. Debbie reached around and started wanking me off with her hand as her tongue probed my arse. Her. I looked up to find that she had spread the syrup on her boobs and tummy too with her left hand. Both of her hands now full of the sticky chocolaty goodness. She looked into my eyes again with her wild gaze. "Now hon..." she said in her seductive voice "you have to lick me clean. If I find even a hint of chocolate, you won't get sex tonight" She giggled and put her right hand's middle finger into her mouth and licked it clean. I grabbed it and started licking her other fingers. She was. " Briana, please, what are you talking about." He's more than pale, Shawna, he's wasting away. He's lost at least a stone since I was here, probably more. He's looking scruffy — Marcus... scruffy? — and... he was here for ten minutes, asking how I was, checking how things were going, but it wasn't him, really. He didn't crack a joke, he didn't call me Dumpling... it's like he's dead on the inside." He's been ill." He's not FUCKING ILL, SHAWNA!" Briana growled, flinging off the comforter and.