."Madame Giry interrupted Erik's words and spoke in a serious voice."I know what the Opera Ghost has done. I will help her to remember. I owe it to he... and to you, Gustave. I am so sorry I did not keep my promise and watch over her better."The young man's smile this time reached his eyes."Antoinette, you should not take yourself to task. You had no way of knowing that Christine had taken refuge under the wing of a fallen angel. Lilith can be so charming when she wishes and she wanted Christine.. Then she got up and started out of the room. "I have to get to work. I'm late, as usual." She blew me a kiss and then hustled through the living room and out the front door.For the rest of the day and the next few days, she made no mention of Ronnie or of Wednesday night.Tension. Formless, headachy tension. It slowed my morning run to a plodding waste of time. On returning to Martha's I was too listless to fix breakfast. I ate at a coffee shop, staring at my reflection in the mirror behind the. As I did this, I brought my purple bikini panties up to my mouth, turned them inside out and began to lick the cum that covered the interior crotch of my satin panties. I was so hot that the taste of the salty seed was over powering. I love the taste of cum; and while I’m not as experienced as some of my friends, the three boyfriends I’ve slept with have all had the pleasure of numerous blowjobs I’ve given them. In my experience there’s nothing quite like a guy shooting his cum down your. "I can!" Suzanne replied with lusty excitement. She was in charge of his balls for the moment, and as she played with them she said, "I can feel these puppies beginning to swell with cum! Sweetie, you need to paint my tonsils before these poor guys turn blue."Alan just moaned with pleasure.Then Susan asked him while lapping at his sweet spot, "So, the big question we can't wait to ask is: How many hotties did you bone at school today? And who were they?"He managed to grunt out, "Sorry, Mom, I.