So when you come downstairs from Ben’s room to get some food that is pretty much the only time you’ll ever be in Jerry’s senses. Once he sees yo... though he’ll talk your ear off. Hey Nate, hows it goin buddy? Hey Mr. V, I’m doin alright, yourself? Good good. Hey listen you had a great year this year…you know for soccer. Ah thanks. Ben was pretty good himself. Well you see the thing about Ben is… There begins a completely misguided and misinformed analysis of Ben’s athletic ability to which I sip. More than once she contemplated suicide, but each time she shied away, unable to take that final, ultimate step.Even the women she considered close friends had deserted her and she was left to live a life that on the one hand was filled with a stream of humanity wanting only one thing from her and on the other shunned, alone and friendless, living a life of emotional solitude, guilt and blame for what she had become. Her other constant companion was hopelessness for it had long become evident. The flare of her hips signaling "FEMALE" at the top of the evolutionary scale…gotta love that in a woman! Apparently I was taking too long for her, for she began to beg me: "Mount me! Take me! Please take me now! I need you, I need your cock in my cunt! Pleeeze!" All those exclamation points only made it better. I love it when a woman gets desperate. I took my time, feeling her up. I crawled around her, squeezing her tits, stroking the inside of her thighs, fingering her pussy and bung. Made. Your fingers teasing and probing.Your tongue begins to move faster as you slip two fingers inside me – your little finger pushing against my ass…forcing an entry that makes me pull away a bit – but only a bit. I cannot abandon your mouth and tongue…I involuntarily push back…now welcoming all of the sensations caused by the relentless onslaught of your sensuous mouth and aggressive fingers. By now, my body is bucking wildly against your hand, your fingers, your mouth and tongue. Your other hand.