My tongue travels from hole to clit and back. Again and again. Slowly at first then with a little more force. Then I ease up a little and repeat the...force again. This goes on for some time. I love the taste of you. I love the slick feeling of your pussy on my tongue, on my face. I speed up my efforts using my tongue and lips together. My whole face wants to bury itself in you and experience all of you. I reposition my hands to spread you out some more. My right hand, wet with your. ”One officer kept his weapon leveled on me while the other quickly went to the bodies. “They’re mummies!” he exclaimed. “These bodies have been dead for months... if not years.”“They were succubi,” I said slowly, “but that might be a bit difficult to explain in your reports.” I nodded toward the open room on the other side of the bed and added, “but nowhere near as difficult as that.”The officer didn’t seem to understand, so I pointed to the museum display and the mannequins who were beginning. The woman led George into the office, shut the door, and locked it.My name is Koko, she said. What’s yours?George, and he was about to say that he thought her an incredibily beautiful woman … but before he could say another word, Koko started to take her clothes off.After she’d freed both breasts and stood with only her panties on, she looked at him quizzically. “And you, do you plan to fuck me with your pants on or off?”George yanked at his clothes, pulling off buttons and jamming the zipper. He then grabbed the bag and sat it in the direct center of the paper and unloaded four large candles from the inside and placed them at either corner. He lit the candles with a lighter he pulled from a pocket of the jeans he had left on the floor after undressing, before placing the pile in the hamper. He grabbed a clean washcloth from the stack of clean laundry that was sitting on a table and had yet to be put away and soaked it with lukewarm water, squeezed out the excess water, and carried.