She and Peter had plans for the day. "Have you talked to Dad?" No. I can't bring myself to be in the same room with him. Oh, I know I was at Christmas... but now I can't stand him. You know what? I don't even mind that he got shot. He deserved it. Say what you want about all of his good intentions lately, if he hadn't hired that man years ago, he wouldn't have been wounded now." I know Mom. I feel somewhat the same way about the situation. How about Sandy? Do you hate her because she is going. . commonplace that it doesn’t get the banner headlines and play-by-play details that it would have gotten even a month ago. Hell, even two weeks ago. The final oddity about that is that it was ... simply ... wonderful. It was not an obligatory get in-get out sex act. It involved kissing, making out, digital and lingual penetration of vaginas, and multiple orgasms for each of us. Above all, it involved two lovers sharing a night together in the best fashion that I can imagine, the love and. She saw me watching. “Come here Annie,” she said, “Sit next to me where Mick can see your pussy.” I crawled over and sat next to Miss Sharpe and spread my legs, pulling my labia apart with my fingers.“Can you see the spunk in my cunt, Mick?” I asked. Just using such crude language made me feel horny and good, and I looked down to see a mixture of juices dribble out of my vagina.Miss Sharpe could see it too. “Fuck, Annie, that is so rude,” she said. “Do you want to see Mick come on my face now?. Warm and sticky… You pull me upright again by the hair, but more gently this time and say quietly into my ear, in a voice that just dares me to argue, “I take it that clearly established my control, slave?” “Yes… Oh yes, Master… Thank You for my lesson…” I answer hazily, still on the way ‘down’ from my orgasm. Without relinquishing the grip on my hair You turn me to face You and lean in for a kiss so teasing… I’m desperate for contact but You just lick my lips, Your sparkling blue.