It’s fine. It’s just that I can’t remember the last time I drank anything.” I could see Malcolm about to ask the question again. “Please, Ma...colm.” I said holding up my hand.“Okay.”I took a look at the glass in my hand. “You know; this is really strong stuff. But it has a great taste!” I brought the glass to my lips and tipped the entirety of its contents down my throat, swallowing and breathing out hot air with a gasp. Malcolm was shocked. “Do you mind if I have another?”“Please, help. What had I agreed to? Stop reading or stop touching? One or the other? Or both?Touching, I decided. Reading was harmless, and I could control my needs if I simply zipped myself up, buttoned up. I felt my heart beating, my breath getting a little out of control. It wasn’t too late, though. I summoned all my will power and tugged my panties back in place before pulling my zipper back up and redoing the button, sealing my needy little pussy off from my greedy fingers. A sigh of relief, perfectly. My arms flew out and I gripped the sides of the mattress, gritting my teeth as wave after wave of pleasure coursed over and through me. I came for what seemed like an eternity, and then slowly, it subsided. Harry rolled over onto his side, breathing heavily as we held each other. We looked into each other’s eyes and began to giggle. It felt so wonderful, having the man I love, laying in my arms after having the most intense sex I’d ever had! after a few minutes we calmed down and he asked me,. They hung from clips at theshoulders. They seemed to stare at Tim with empty socket eyes asif expecting something from him... something akin to life.As Tim drew nearer, he felt he could hear someone whispering tohim. With dawning revulsion, Tim realized that it was the emptysocket eyed people suits that were lip-lessly calling to him. 'Pick me...' pleaded one sweetly feminine voice. 'Ohpleeeaaaassssseeeee pick me. I want to feel someone's touch again.I'm so lonely'. To Tim the voice sounded.