. For a moment, the quavering golden-haired girl tried to twist away from the strange attack, but another threatening snarl made her fall limply back ...nto the couch."No, no, Wolf! Bad dog! Lie down!" she shouted in desperation, hoping that a new combination of words would make the rutting animal retreat.As if in defiant answer, the huge dog brought his great panting head down to the narrow hair-lined slit between her forced-open thighs and licked at the wetness, sliding his soft red tongue. She slows her movement and continues by dipping just one finger into the cream and lightly rubbing the greasy concoction around the entrance of my gorge as she stares and bites her lower lip in captivated concentration. I inhale sharply and her eyes widen as she smiles knowingly. She shifts her stance somewhat and I see that she has moved her legs apart and I think of the air beneath her skirt growing muggy from the moist heat I know is escaping her parted thighs. I take a risk and. .."The women were silent.Patrice looked at her empty glass and excused herself for a refill."You want one yourself?" she asked.I think I looked like I needed one, but I said, "No, thank you Patrice, I don't drink anymore."She forced a smile and excused herself.Just then, a little girl around five came running up to Lisa."Mommy! Freddy won't share!" she grabbed the leg of Lisa and reached upward to be lifted up.Lisa stooped and pulled the little girl into her arms."Sandy, this is my new friend. If you wanted to. Yes." Oh, God." Look, maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sorry, Jamie." No, hold on. The least you can do is let me get this straight. I'm not always at my best at ... what the fuck time is it anyway? And I don't have my Goddam panties on." It's about three AM, Jamie." That was Max.Then Clarissa. "Isn't it always, Jamie?" Yeah, isn't it. So ... what ... Shit, where's Dennis? I don't want him to know about this."Max again. "He doesn't. He won't." What did you do, drug him?" Better..