The scene was something like this. Our lips were glued to each other. She had one hand behind my head pressing it to her lips. With the other hand, sh... was squeezing my cock. One of my hands was massaging her tit and with the other, I was pressing her butt against my hard cock. This went on for few minutes and then with a loud "AAHHHhh," she released me. Panting, looking me straight in the eye she said "Wow! Ballu, you sure have a nice big one down there."Without breaking eye contact I told her. ’ ‘Please, please, I need to cum. Please make me cum.’ He smiled as she begged. Parting her lips swollen with arousal, he blew gently on her sensitive, engorged clit causing her to become even more desperate as her body tried to bring her over the edge she so desperately sought. With a satisfied grin as just how desperate she was, he sucked her clit in, sending her over the edge as she clamped her legs around his head and ground her hips into his face, riding out wave after wave of pleasure.. Our sex drive together was going goddamn crazy. It was life disrupting at some points but neither of us cared. The heavier and harder I was getting, the more she was encouraging me to let go and give her more and the more horny I was getting.So I got the drugs that day, in another fevered state of arousal, but it was a week or so before I actually used them. And I had seen enough to know that drugs hit Rikki a little hard. That’s why I started with the Xanax and not, say, Rohypnol. I was. The house was ablaze. Smoke poured out of broken windows and flames reached for the sky.The fire truck had just stopped and the volunteer firemen were moving so slow, so very slow.I was next to the truck. Looking around, I noticed the shovel Ryan had been using to clear the driveway but he was nowhere to be seen. I went around back, no one was there. I circled the house twice more, looking to see if anyone had made it out. Nothing. I was inside and went up the stairs first. The heat of the fire.