“Okay so maybe it is. My ex-husband came like that. I made sure to learn first aid within a week after we had sex the first time. I didn’t want hi... possibly passing on my conscience.”“Am, well,” Denise said, “Does anyone… cuss at you during orgasm? I find men like to call me dirty names when they climax. I feel so… conflicted when it happens. I know I should be offended but it’s so… so hot.”The collective’s eyes bulged and they wheeled their chairs in close to Denise. Even Ms. Hoskins rolled. They made contact along her left hip, and wrapped around behind her, sliding across her body. They felt smooth and slightly slimy against her skin, but pleasantly warm, not cold or clammy. Nevertheless her skin crawled as they made their way across her belly, around her back again, and then towards her rib cage. At that point they separated and took a sharp turn to curl around her firm D-cup breasts, encircling her mounds more than once. The tips of the tentacles reached her nipples and started. Something I had done many times as a paramedic, I slipped it down his throat. Now for the main ingredient, I had previously dissolved a full bar of Laxettes in a bottle of cheap whiskey; remembering as a child, my sister and I finding a bar in the kitchen cupboard mistaking it for a bar of chocolate, we gutsed the whole bar and before too long we were shitting through the eye of a needle. I poured the whole concoction down Barry's gullet.Removing the stomach tube I gathered all my equipment. First I was afraid that he would do nothing, just stand there, looking shocked as he did but he put down his glass on the side table and forcefully walked up me. He turned me around and kissed me in one quick motion. Now it was time for me to be surprised. He was a really good kisser. When we broke off I was breathless, but he wasted no time. He sat down and pulled me on his lap, started kissing my breasts and biting my nipple. I was mounting him by this point so I could feel that he was.