Your hands grasp the globes of my ass pushing my skirt to my waist. My breath catches in my throat as my wetness is revealed to your gaze. You pause f...r a moment, staring at my sweetness, it looks so ripe and inviting–glistening with the juices of my pussy. You bend forward to taste me as you feel my hands on your head, fingers tingling in your head.>> You start low, forcing your tongue into my wetness, moving in and out like a small cock. You can feel my hips start to grind in a slow, circular. She looked down her body to find that he had bled her, a ring of tiny crimson droplets surrounded one areola. She raised her eyes to his face to find Hannibal drawing his tongue across the smear of blood on his lower lip, eyes closed, rapturous. His entire body shuddered and his eyes burst open. His rough hands grasped at the silk of her gown and rent it. It gave up with a tremulous whisper, shredding in his big hands. He flung the pieces from her body, leaving her naked beneath his blistering. "The front corner ... where you were, when the window was shot out. What closet are you in?" The hall closet with all the coats." The three of you?" Jeanie asked wondering how we fit."Yes."The woman from the central office cut in."Is the door hot? Check the door handle as well, but for Gods sake, don't open the door." Neither are hot," I replied after touching them. "Jeanie, can you think what the three walls of this closet are up against?"Jeanie was being asked what was going on by her husband. I don't hear the two guys leave but i feel Lisa's hand on my back ." Oh Cathy im sorry baby " "How ... how could you ? " i ask her " It just happened ok im sorry " I turn to face her and she pulls me to her kissing me holding me in her arm's but i can smell them on her and taste them on her lips i just push her away ."Oh why did you have to come home early why ? " " WHAT so this is my FUCKING fault ITS MY FUCKING FAULT YOU HAD THOSE BASTARDS COCKS IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH IN YOUR CUNT AND UP YOUR.