69. The Stalking Crazy Ex – She was a frantic bundle of nerves during our dinner date, until I figured out that her crazy ex-husband was stalking he... and he had even followed us here to the restaurant that night to spy on our date. I told the fucker to get lost and stay lost. He went semi-nuts and started ranting about how they were 'meant to be together' and that I was the troublemaker in their way.My friends at the Italian restaurant had seen enough craziness and two large Mexican cooks. Before I could protest, I felt his tongue slide in between my lips, exploring the inside of my vagina. Running laps around the walls, flicking in and out, running up and down my lips, it was a whole new kind of pleasure. I wanted to smile, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to do something far greater to signify the intense feeling I was having, but couldn’t find the way.I felt myself rising close again, and he stopped. I shouted out my frustration, and then felt him kneading my breasts. Well,. Did I cum that easily all the time?Do I normally cum that often?Have I cum whilst on the beach or even outside before?I told the truth but didn’t elaborate. What I did tell them was that I was currently having a little help, apart from their fingers.“What do mean? Have you had an orgasm shot or something?”“What orgasm shot?” I asked.“The O-Shot is an injection that’s supposed to increase the size of a woman’s G-spot, clitoris and labia and gives you multiple, prolonged orgasms.”“Well that. ”“Did he now? I don’t suppose he said his name, did he?”Karen screwed her face up. “No ... but he knew mine. He said, ‘Karen, go and talk to Dulcie, little sister. She’ll know what to do.’”Gillian wasn’t following the conversation at all, confusion clear in her expression.“Tell you what,” Dulcie said, “why don’t we go and see if I can talk to him too?”“Okay!” The child wriggled and Dulcie set her down on her feet; she took Dulcie’s hand and they walked up to the altar-rail and knelt.