' I don't want Angie to get sick on herself. She could choke or something." Oh, dear. Do you think you'll have to watch her all night?" Maybe for a co...ple of hours. It's a precaution we always took with young drunk sailors back in the Navy. When they're so inexperienced, you never know how drunk they really are, so it's best to watch over them for a bit. If she's sleeping peacefully after a while, I'll probably be able to come to bed. Thank goodness tomorrow is Saturday. I'll take my book. I decide she deserves to cum so I kiss down her body as I slide two fingers into her. I open her up and lick her clit gently. She shudders and moans, dripping lube onto my tongue. I purr and lick her fleshy pearl. I love how she tastes, sweet but salty and oh so feminine. I groan as I lick her and finger her. I feel her tighten around my fingers as she arches up. You stroke yourself faster as you hear her moan and beg to cum. She gets louder as I finger her faster and she begins to cum. You. For some the pain repeats itself, never completely fading. Her father was one such person. His pain never left, it cycled like the ocean, like the moon, like daylight. He looked at his daughter, the beautiful woman she had become, perhaps because of him, perhaps in spite of him.The incredible pain coursed though him as he held back, over the years he quelled his instinct, his desire and his staggering need. Alcohol helped for a while, but soon he needed more, the end of a needle disappearing. He has of course changed all the names. I would caution the readers, that while it sounds like it is all fun and games, it took real commitment on all our parts to make this work. But on the other hand, for someone like me who is bi-sexual, our arrangement is perfect. Again, this is more because of Mark and Susan, than anything I do. Mark has asked us both to write about our favourite time together. I think mine was probably the first time, but Mark has already covered that. So I have chosen.