A tight pussy should be enjoyed slowly.”I held his dick again to position it but he removed my hands.“Let me take care of you.”I nodded because ... was dying for it and didn’t want to waste another second. He pushed my legs wider by sliding his legs near mine. I spread my legs as wide as I could.“Love girls who spread their legs this way. Shows how hungry they are.”“Very!”I could feel his cock dancing on top of my clit. I was so engrossed in waiting for him to enter that I didn’t realise he was. . Oh yeah, Richie! ... Fuck me more! ... I need you! ... I need you so much!"Richie wanted to scream at the Darkness, but he refused to communicate with it. He wanted it to hear nothing but silence from him. He refused to give it any clues to what he was thinking. No matter how much his terrible need for release was distracting him, his need to the Harbingers was greater.They did want him, and not just for Heather's self-energizing sex-fests. They wanted him to be a part of their group. He had. "This is my ... Christine. Christine this Mitch."Mitch looked Christine over. A lascivious grin spread across his face as he offered Christine his hand. Christine took it out of politeness but blushed at the obvious expression on his face. "Really nice to meet you, Christine," Mitch said with a slight husk in his voice. "I haven't seen you around before. Do you live off campus?" Um, no," said Christine, a little bewildered by the question. "Actually I'm from Michael's hometown. I'm just. She nodded. “Shit, Derek. What’s it been? Two years?”“Three and change, but who’s counting?”My drink came.“A double, for last call,” the bartender said. “Congratulations again. And thanks for the tips tonight.”I raised my glass to her. “No, thank you.” To Derek I said, “Last call. You want anything? I’m buying.”“Nah, man. Driving. All good. Thanks though.”The bartender nodded and headed back to the bar.“Well, after this the libations come to and end and I will be back on the wagon until I’m on.