The new feeling of driving lust re-awoke the sexual grip on her body as a stream of lubricating juices were released, flooding the inside of her vagin.... She felt herself being taken further down the road to release and she gladly accepted her destination. A slight film of perspiration covered her flesh as her body temperature rose with the movement of the tongue, the wetness coming from her softening cunt and the screaming of sensitive nerve endings. Her slight bucking increased in tempo as she. Bryan turns his head and looks at me; I notice his strong jaw line, light stubble, and perfect lips. I want to take him right here; straddle him, ride him. I tell him my name is Jess and he says his is Bryan (I already knew this because I asked my friend who is the bartender). We begin talking and he goes on to say that he and his girlfriend are visiting friends from college. The guys come watch basketball every night here. What a stupid girlfriend, leaving her hot boy toy out in the open for. I suspected the Customs House was intended to be a proud symbol of the sovereign’s power. The white-stone, three-story building was the largest and the most prominent feature on the main street. Four massive columns stood out front, holding the roof up. At the center of the structure a red door was flanked by impressive lion statues.No one greeted us. A shared look with my sergeant convinced me that he wasn’t happy about the lack of greeting either. It wasn’t like the Count to leave me. But then he didn’t talk. So I talked. I told him, little by little and all at once, about my late, unlamented marriage, about the temper tantrums of my ex, about the way I had closed myself off as a means of self-protection, about the way our sleeping together became just that. About the way I woke up one day realizing that the marriage had been over for years. About the battles with the law and the lawyers over how to put an end to something that had already ended. About my blissful, sexless.