“Anything, but fuck,….don’t stop!”“I have no intention of stopping,” Anouska said, slipping her finger inside me, her hot breath on me, he... tongue flicked my clit. I opened my legs, and was rewarded by her tongue running down the length of my labia, unzipping it, exposing the inner lips, then another finger, and as she penetrated me I came, the first of the afternoon.“You’ve got that just fucked look,” Julie said, as I joined her for a coffee before heading home.“Really? Funny that, and I’ve. Vlad had the left side, we were in the center, and Mirror, Mirror was on the right. We'd seen Vlad the night before we performed, but all we knew about Mirror, Mirror was that it was an adaptation of one of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple stories.A distinguished black man stood at the dais as a waitress replaced my half-eaten chicken--I'd gotten one of the half-raw pieces--with a dish of tapioca that had seen better days. "LADIES! GENTLEMEN!" the background noise of dozens of conversations. I can smell her sweet scent and know I'm going to like it. My lips lightly touch her delicate pussy lips. The wisps of hair brush against my nose. I kiss only the outside at first; slowly, softly. But a moan rolls within her throat, I know I'm doing the right thing. I kiss a little more passionately, pressing my lips to her, sucking on one lip, biting down just enough, feeling the lips swell beneath my kiss. Her legs spread wider. Daringly, I slip my tongue just into her slit. “Oh,” Kelli. And suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with flattery. ‘Just do it’ something whispers to me and I smile shyly at him. “Ok,” I say taking a deep breath, and he looks so fucking excited. “Really?” He asks, his green eyes sparkling. How can I say no to that face? “Really,” I nod my head and he kisses me hard. We go through all the wonderful obstacles of security, and eventually get on the plane. First class. As we take our seats in the back row, our comfortable, private seats, I turn to Ethan. “First.