My mom is touching Ryan’s arms and shoulders more in public and she is constantly looking at him in a promiscuous way. However, I haven’t seen or ...eard them fuck since that night I spotted them in her bedroom. I was becoming impatient. I came up with this plan that might allow for me to see them fuck again. I would tell her (my mom) that I was leaving for the rest of the day and night to stay over a friend’s house in Scranton. Before I left, I would leave the back door unlocked. Once I left, I. My tongue darts out, up the outer lips from bottom to top, across the hooded clitoris to the other side, then down again. I marvel at your wetness, the musky aroma filling me with desire. I want you.My thumbs gracefully open you up, like the petals of a rose. I am awe struck by your body, your desire. Licking from bottom to top, your juices pour forth, coating my face. Rolling my tongue back and forth brings moans from your lips. Quick jabs with my tongue, as if a mini cock begins to penetrate. Just as salty as the sea, I guarantee.”“Take her then, but now,” Henry said suddenly. Both Red and Cooper looked at him confused. Henry continued, “She won’t survive much longer. Enjoy her now.”Red looked at him, considered it and nodded. He got up, dropped his weapons, and started taking off his trousers. Cooper looked down at the mermaid who was gasping and starting to hold her parched throat. He made a pained face and looked at Henry, who was staring at Red.Just as Red had his trousers. Joanne sat by the window and stared out into the dwindling city beforeMartina disappeared below our plane's wings, her cheeks still flushfrom her wife's kisses and lovemaking. Bethany had only left to boardher new ship the hour before. As the lights disappeared behind us,Joanne sighed and sat back, lost in remembrance, while I respected hersilence. The plane tilted back to gain the necessary altitude to flyover peaks almost six kilometers high.Stein is a country of contrasts. The Joan of Arc.