I pulled my tongue out. She grabbed my head and shoved her tongue into my mouth, and swirled it around my mouth. I sucked/ bit on it. She pulled her t...ngue out, as we both smiled. I put my hands in her pants, and fingerd her asshole. She moaned a little, than I stuck two fingers inside. She moaned a little bit louder. I turned her around, and shoved her head against the wall. I pulled down her pants, than put my entire fist in her asshole. She almost screamed from pleasure, but covered her. Grateful for the dim light that hid his half-boner, he called out: ‘You need help carrying anything?’ ‘No,’ came the feeble reply. Tom bounded up the stairs and unbolted his front door. A quick look to make sure nothing was amiss, and he flipped the outside light, immediately drawing a squadron of grotesque night flyers. Looking back, he saw the image of her cautiously ascending the rock pavers to his front door: blond hair disheveled, eyes red and leaking, wearing a maroon jacket over a white. When we got back, the girl ran up excitedly to her mother, showing off the ice-cream cone that I’d bought for her, eliciting a weak but grateful smile from her mother.Kamlesh bhai sitting sprawled on the cot, clutching the nearly empty plastic bottle of country liquor. As he saw me, he staggered up, and asked with a stupid grin “Would you ... like ... to have ... some more ... beer...?” his speech slurred, and his eyes bloodshot. “Don’t mind, OK seth ... I will just finish this before I go to. The setting of the weekend, drawing long shadows of an impending Monday. As days of the week go it’s my least favourite, reminding me of my own middling years, overwhelmed by the dawning considerations of old age. These are symptoms that need self medicating, a gloom only cured by a specific light. My prescribed treatment? The pursuit of sexual gratification, willing or otherwise. To humiliate others distracts from my own inadequacies and fears. I am a wolf in sheep's clothing. Your local city.