.. Your asshole has like a hundred times as many nerves as anywhere else on your body. That means it can hurt if you don't do it right. But if you DO ...o it right, oh ... orgasm city!"Dawn looked dubious."C'mon, lighten up Dawn," Dayna encouraged. "I know ... do you want to suck his cum out of me?" Out of your asshole? Gross!" Dawn protested vehemently."Fiiine..." Dayna drawled, panting softly. "It's days like this I wish my tongue could reach my own ass..." You're such a cumslut, Dayna," Dawn. When we were eleven, Sharon came over and said they were moving to the suburbs. Her Dad got a promotion, and they would be moving before school started back up.I was devastated; my best friend was moving away. I remember the day they left. I hugged Sharon and we both cried. My Dad told me men don't cry, and I ran in the house. My Mom felt sorry for me and said maybe someday we could visit the Buckley's, but it never happened.Life for me after that day seemed different. I can't put a finger on. Sarah reached out and held his cheek, knowing she was falling for this shy and quiet man, ‘I also have not said that was a bad thing Cecil.’ She leaned in to kiss him, but he backed up. ‘I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I never dated in high school or college, never partied, never-‘ ‘Did this?’ Sarah said, kissing him gently, and hearing his glass fall to the red carped and splash along it. The kiss was amazing, as far as Cecil knew, her lips were soft and full, and her hair smelled like strawberries.. Caitlain would simply join the list of victims.Seosamh could not... would not stand by and watch the bodies continue dropping, letting the bastard vanish again.Screeching of tires on wet pavement, honking horns, and shouted curses greeting his decision, he turned around, heading for his priestess' house on the edge of Cathrach Dorcha; a large colonial mansion fronting a sacred grove protected by magic and state law.The house was dark but as he drove up the unpaved drive, the porch light went on.