Emily looked at me now in asort of maternal way. Or sisterly. Whichever, I hated it. We talked alot, though. Every time I tried to bring up our imme...iate past, though,she'd go off on some painting she was working on, or a band Darla wantedher to see. I felt miserable. Those longings were still there, only myphysical equipment would or could scarcely acknowledge them. AlthoughEmily sometimes called me her "cute little lesbian."My social life was pretty much over. Emily still went out with. Bringing her glistening fingers upwards, the aroma became stronger, more compelling. Tentatively, Kerri lapped at her own index finger, pink tongue flicking out like a cat's. Then again. And again. Soon, both her index and middle fingers were well-within her mouth as she sucked every last iota of sweet cunt-cream from them."Yum!" She thought. "Pussy tastes goo-ood. Well, mine does, anyway." Pulling her fingers out with an audible pop! she proceeded to give each a long, loving slurp from top to. ....and he did. After that I took them into my own mouth, licking them and sucking them clean. I was so heated up I could have jumped him there and then but instead iI decided that a good substitute would be his tongue. So I straddled him and sat on his face. His tongue was amazing, but I knew I would only be indulging myself for a short time but it didn't take long for me to cum again. After only a few minutes I drew away from him and went back touching and licking and sucking him. I looked. When it starts to feel better and when you stop feeling tired after it, it will only mean that you have become one of us." * "I have business to attend, Amy. I have to go," Wayne tells me as he kisses my lips. "Don't be afraid. No one will hurt you." I nod my head even though I am still afraid. I watch him walk out of the room, leaving me alone. I have been here for so what seems like a month, but Wayne tells me that it has only been three days in his world. I found out that Wayne is actually.