The phone rang several times and then went into voice mail. Julie hung up. It wasn’t like she could leave a message. She had no idea what would have...come out of her mouth if he had answered. She waited a minute, then called again. This time she knew if he answered, she would start by telling him how sorry she was. But Gary didn’t answer. Julie put the phone down and resumed her aimless wandering, the events of the last hour slowly returning to her. She didn’t realize just how much her mind had. Paris. He’d kiss her feet for this. Collapsing back into the pillows, his mouth foul, Tom wondered what the hell had happened. Little flashes of the evening began to filter through the haze as the drugs slowly did their job. Paris laughing as they’d sat at the bar. Her face radiant as she spoke of Jason; the fucking wanker. Beer. Fuck, lots and lots of beer. Tom’s stomach revolted and bile seared the back of his throat. With a valiant effort he swallowed and lay perfectly still, praying to a. I succeeded with a series of experiments which one could pretty much describe as verification of Max's pet working hypothesis. We scheduled a repeat of these experiments in the next week to be extra sure. I already knew that Max was the most cautious when he liked results. It is so easy to accept findings that fit your preconceptions and you sometimes overlook errors in the experimental setup.I thought I'd surprise Lillian with an unscheduled visit to Charlottesville. Hey, it was 1986 and. Her firm tongue probed the entrance of my pussy as she alternated with cupping her tongue, and forcing it in. As she gradually increased her stroking, I could feel her nose under my hard clit and with each stroke of her tongue, I was getting close to cumming.I raised my head to look at this lovely woman eating me so well. The sight of a beautiful woman between my thighs brought out a visceral and even aggressive need to direct her. But I resisted, simply enjoying the sight as it was making my.