“Baby, I’m good now,” he said. “Okay,” she smiled and laid down on her back. She spread her legs and raised her arms, inviting for the man ...o mount her. She must have been incredibly horny already, as I could see her glistening of the juices of her wet cunt. Without wasting another moment, the man got down onto his knees and rubbed his swollen mushroom head against her wet cunt lips. Then with a push, he was inside her. “Harhh!” he groaned, evidently enjoying the heat of her dripping wet. She opened her eyes to find Eddie lying next to her. At first, she forgot where she was, and just kind of snuggled up next to him. But as she came fully awake, she saw Debbie lying on a futon just on the other side of Eddie and freaking out, Bernie shook Eddie's shoulder.Eddie had been waiting for Bernie to wake up, and whispered something about how cool this was with the hurricane and all. She was about to drift off to sleep again when he kissed her.Her first thought was, Ewe, morning breath,. She walked over to the kitchen and made a drink for Ixchel. Ixchel never drank, but she let Margot put the cup to her lips. She drank it and wanted to spit it out. But she didn’t. She let Margot kiss her. She let Margot lead her to the bed and undress her. But she wasn’t really in that dingy bungalow, on that mattress on the floor. She was in a tiny apartment in some dirty part of Paris, with Henry Miller. She didn’t wake up until it was all over. It was dark outside, but she could still sort. One said 'I luv my Mum'and the other one said 'I luv his Mum too'.In less time than it takes to tell, the wheel was changed and after ourprofound thanks, Ronald and Derek (I kid you not) were off down theroad, in a haze of blue smoke and burning rubber.We got back in the car and were off again. I was about twenty yearsolder by now and twitching slightly. Today had not been a very normalday and would take years of intensive therapy to rectify.Finally, we arrived home. We stopped outside our.