She sat by the fire, awake, tented in his jacket, it was large enough to cover her entirely. Small slender fingers peeked out of her shroud where she ...eld it fast around her. Her hair, its curls having dried, stood out from her head, reminding Ansel of the tumbleweeds on the other side of the mountains. He found himself chuckling."Have you been named?" She asked him, it was the first time he had heard her true voice. It was now vacant of the rage and bloodlust that had dominated it before.. ’ ‘I…tried.’ ‘You mean you hovered outside my restaurant like I used to around my obsessions.’ ‘We’re two of a kind, Joe.’ ‘I hope so,’ I said and got a kiss for that. Food arriving slowed down conversation. We dug in and enjoyed. I managed to ask between bites, ‘So you had me at the party.’ ‘Monica,’ she only said. ‘Did she know?’ Jill shook her head. ‘Ruled by my little head again,’ I sighed. ‘She’s easy to look at, easy to desire, easy to take.’ ‘She’s just plain easy,’ Jill quipped sourly.. "I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I was having trouble not gagging. His dick was getting bigger and harder as he slowly worked it back and forth in my mouth."Now, I'm going to pull out," Bobby Joe said, "and I want you to suck on the head like a lollipop and to work your tongue around it. Ahh, yes, I like that. You're going to be a good bitch."His dick head was big and the pisshole was leaking precum. It tasted salty. The sweat of his groin was giving off a strong musky smell. These were. I knew what was coming. And it simultaneouslyterrified and thrilled me."Y-Yes," I finally moaned, then bit my finger again to stop those soundsfrom escaping my lips.Quincy reached up and gently took my finger from my mouth before leaning inagain to gently kiss my cheek, my jawline, my ear. "Tell me," he whispered.I groaned again. Even his voice was setting me on edge."It does," I moaned, squirming more under his touch. "but it's not--"My voice caught again, much more reluctant to escape my.