I felt young eyes staring at me, With self proclaimed liberty, The phantom raising a glass of wine, To make a toast only it can find, So her eyes burn...d in me. Like an itch you can not scratch, At least not publicly, Not wishing to look but wanted to see, Her youthful beauty staring at me. The phantom was giggling with glee. I looked sheepishly from my book, To her sensual long fingered hands, Not a ring she wore left or right, And thought what kind of man am I, Wondering if she was tight or. She flipped further back."Enore, my beauty, our mistake yet you paid the price, Jora killed you." She readShe growled in frustration she wasn't even a lesbian, tossing the book across the room, the past two years of her life had been a nightmare, she had gone to see several shrinks, all telling her something different, all giving her another drug to take. It was the last one that had listened to her story, she had looked at her for several moments before she suggested she start studying her. She couldn't find her handbag but did spot their small suitcases, battered but basically sound, and rummaged through them. They'd packed for a few days at the shore, not for camping or hiking, so there was little of value. Nothing to start a fire, nothing to eat or to use for shelter. Her phone was missing and Steven's was smashed.Since the clearing was manmade she supposed there was at least one path leading to it. She walked the periphery looking for openings. After half an hour she'd seen. Well I think..." Ah, why don't you just kiss her and swap my load with her. He gestured with his hands, "Come on, girls get it on."Karen leaned in close to Gail and opened her mouth, waiting apprehensively. Gail still stunned by this turn of events, closed her eyes and moved her mouth closer to Karen's."That's right, baby. That's it. Now let it go into her mouth."To Warren it seemed like a slow-motion film, as Gail cautiously allowed the sperm to leave her mouth. Forming a long, thin string of.