Slowly she slid her finger into her cunt, then her mouth, tasting her own juices, before offering it to me. I sucked on her finger letting the salty t...ste of her slide down my throat before growling low and saying, “You're delicious! Come here right now.” I lay back on the bed and undid my belt buckle and the top button of my trousers, waiting for her touch, waiting for her to come to me, my erection straining at the fabric. She slowly sauntered over me, straddling my knees with her own,. He sat at the window, and I listened as he pointed out buildings of special interest to him. He softly spoke with reverence of people that I never met. I listened, nodded my head from time to time, or let my laugh speak for me. His love for people was sincere and devoted. I smiled up at him. I felt such a reverence of my own for someone who felt so passionately. I let my smile turn into an invitation, as he stopped speaking. The look he gave me was a familiar one. It was barely contained desire. I had hidden it from him, and his drunken ass thought he had sold it for the knucks. The beatings continued through the year, and I grew steadily more violent toward my schoolmates. Then came the day in April. I brought Andrea home to meet my mother, because I thought my dad was out somewhere. But when we walked in, in fact before we walked in, we could hear the shouting and cussing that told us otherwise. We ran into the room, and there he was, shouting my mother down, my mother doing. ‘But fucking is the fastest.’ Twelve hours later Helene Falkland pulled the sheet around her. The thermostat was set a shade too low to ease the morning chill. ‘We’ve got to go, Huey.’ She slipped her feet into the hotel slippers as she stood up. Her fingers raked through her tousled hair as she searched for the comb. The dresser? No. The bathroom sink? Damn it! The bathroom light spilled across the bedroom carpet. The rhinestones in the yellow comb flashed on the floor at the corner of the.