Caderousse drew a deep breath. "Oh," said he, "that is life to me; more, more!" Two drops more would kill you," replied the abbe."Oh, send for some on... to whom I can denounce the wretch!" Shall I write your deposition? You can sign it." Yes, yes," said Caderousse; and his eyes glistened at the thought of this posthumous revenge. Monte Cristo wrote:--"I die, murdered by the Corsican Benedetto, my comrade in the galleys at Toulouse, No. 59." Quick, quick!" said Caderousse, "or I shall be unable. He licked and licked and licked some more, moaning all the time. His tongue got sore. He glanced at Mandy and saw that she was simply going at the plastic pussy like it was yesterday's sexdinner.An hour passed."Now... joansissy, lick Madam Magenta. Show her you know how."Madam Magenta leaned back on the table, rolled her skirt up, and showed off her shaven leaking pussy. She had three piercings.She said, "Man's lick pussy bad. So hasty. Women lick pussy better. They knows. Sissies lick bestest.. She then reached for me, putting her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her lips. We kissed gently at first then harder, her tongue opening my mouth and our kissing grew fierce with passion. She lay on her back pulling me on top of her, spreading her legs and we began grinding against each other, kissing madly, our lust growing. Suddenly, she pushed me up and off of her, unbuttoned her shorts and squirmed out of them. I quickly stood up, looking at the thick curly hair between her. I smile at him as he starts his hot ass car and goes off, knowing he needs me to tell him where he’s going. I’m tempted to just reach for his hand, just to stroke it, hold it. It’s not weird, this is a romantic weekend, that we both want and deserve. He’s at the stop sign on my street, waiting for me to tell him which way to turn, but I am too focused on if I should just hold his hand or not. ‘Laura…’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘Left or right?’ ‘Left.’ So left he turns and he goes straight, now I’m paying.