She wasn't expecting that taste or that burn either. Stacy lost just about every round. She wasn't losing on purpose, she just didn't have any real lu...k. At some point, she tried to finish off her float while laying on her back, spilling it on her face, neck, down her shirt and arms.It was clear that the whiskey was affecting all of us. Cassie's shirt came off first, revealing a tank top underneath, and the outline of her nipples against the fabric showed that there was no bra. Stacy kept. . . they’ve . . . .’ She heard Aimee’s voice breaking, sobs overtaking her. ‘What Aimee? What’s happened?’ Elizabeth felt queasy and dizzy. ‘They’ve been shot,’ Aimee sobbed, and Elizabeth gasped. ‘They were flown out from the courthouse. They’re going to University Medical Center in Madison. They should be there any minute.’ ‘Are they going to be okay?’ Elizabeth asked, dreading the answer. Aimee’s sobbing got louder before she could choke out her answer. ‘I don’t know.’ Elizabeth promised to. A....that wasn't a kiss. Not the way you're thinking about it. I shouldn't have done that tongue in the ear thing, either – it turned out differently than I intended." No, that's the problem, Mom. Those both turned out differently because you won't admit how it felt." She shrugged apologetically. "I feel like we're in an endless loop. We're back to whether or not your reaction was emotional or chemical.”"And I think that's stupid, because you are basically arguing that the proof of me being. She gasped at the intensity, having not realized just how sensitive her clitoris still was from the earlier orgasm. She moved a little to adjust the pressure and leaned back again. Once again her mind wandered. This time she was on her bed, naked, her lover positioned between her legs, his tongue circling and stroking her clit. Her hips moved involuntarily below the water as she imagined looking down at the figure between her thighs whose mouth encased her vagina and whose tongue was sliding.