I’m cumming, agggaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnn.” Once again collapsed onto Joe and panting hard, Joe is still thrusting into her wet and welcoming cunt, Butch...is still licking them. “Awwww, you two, stop!”“You really want us to stop? He’ll keep going as long as you keep cumming.”“No, I don’t ever want this to stop. Oooooohhhh, ggggggooooddddd! Not again!” She raised herself to her elbows to look behind her at Butch and back to Joe. Her eyes were nearly glazed over with lust. “My mind gets the point where I. He wolfed it down, thanked her, then made his way to the living room and collapsed on the sofa. She poured herself a tall glass of her favorite blackberry concoction, downed it way too fast, and then refilled the glass. Then, she fixed him a drink and put it on the side table next to him. Not willing to surrender to a night lying around trying to recover, she tells him she’s going to take a shower. He looks at her and manages a smile, then goes back to never-never land. In the bathroom, she. ”“Thank you, Pierre.” Adrienne beamed at the portly middle-aged man, a twinkle in her eye as she, Sasha, June, and I followed our host past the twenty-odd people clustered around the sidewalk and lobby of the posh restaurant. Pierre seated us in a prime corner booth with our waiter already standing by. He asked for drinks, I ordered an Arnold Palmer, June got a regular iced tea, and Adrienne replied, “Our usual. Thanks, Jimmy!”After he left, I elbowed June in the ribs and asked dryly, “Caesar. ‘Shall I have stars, Miss Hedges?’ she asks, ‘shall I have stars for footlights? Shall I play to the Gods?’ She laughs, ‘Play to the Gods, a theatrical joke there Miss Hedges. Play to the gods.’ But there is sadness in the laughter, not joy, for tonight is a tragedy, not a comedy. And as the laughter dies she stands silently for a long moment. ‘Thank you, Miss hedges, thank you.’ She says finally. The third chair. This time there is no affection in the gaze, no love in the voice. This time.