I reachforward to kiss her and she leans back to meet my lips.We’re chattering away as if we’ve been together foryears. She’s happy ...nd relaxed and it’s suddenly becomeone of the best Christmases ever. And it’s not overyet!For the rest of the evening we veg out on the sofawatching whatever is least objectionable on telly. Byten o’clock we’ve got through a couple of bottles ofwine, not to mention a large amount of brandy. I go upand put the electric. She closed her robe, and hastily tied it up again before opening her bedroom door. The floor suddenly started bucking wildly below her and she was flung against the doorframe. She cried out and held on tight. An earthquake! The sound was enormous, and the house creaked and groaned as the ground beneath it shook Somewhere in the house there were the sounds of things shattering as they fell off the walls and out of cupboards. She cried out in terror, and the bathroom door in front of her was. .way....to his balls-watching me the whole time.I gotta give the b*tch her due, she doesn't gag even once. He HOLDS HER THERE (OMG, how is she doing THAT??!?) with one hand as he beckons me to him the large beringged index finger of his other hand. I stand up and walk over to him, sandwhiching Latisha on her knees between us. He lets go of her head, and lets his hands hang at his side.Does she jerk off sputtering and coughing, dribbling a trail of slobber after her. No, she does not. She stays. “Well anyway, we’re together: he can’t do us any harm.” She and Claire both sat down again on the bench – and this time Riley joined them.“So…” said Riley, after they had settled down again, “what was your idea, Claire?”“Well…” replied Claire. “Stick the rest of that toffee apple in my cunt, and I’ll tell you my plan…”~“Doctor Dick?”“Claire – how can I help you?” replied Dick-Dick, turning and waiting, as Claire caught up with him on Monday morning in the corridors of the RAF.“Well, I was.