“Make me juicy.”He got busy with his tongue and fingers. That felt good. He managed a muffled comment, “Juice good.”“Now for even more juice...put some of your juice in there too.” I moved back and he moved in. He grabbed my tits; I started bouncing. I was enjoying him inside. I had a mini orgasm as he finished. I laid on top and shared more than a few sloppy wet kisses.He got limp and fell out. I dripped a little on his chest offering, “My very wet and juicy pussy is looking for love.”I’ve tried. Well, Janice was Janice. I found myselfwondering if Susan was as great in bed as Janice. Janice might have hadher there. Then again, maybe not."I'm sure you'll be fine," I replied enthusiastically. It was no act.What Judge in the world could help but be impressed with someone likeSusan? She was the answer to my prayers. She was a local attorney, shewas attractive, and I had a gut feeling she knew her stuff. A woman likeher was wasted in a burg like Ovid."Then let's get down to business," she. But that next night, like a recurring nightmare, it happened again. After my boy was in bed. After we'd sat and talked about nothing forever, he changed color. His bones collapsed. He grew rubbery arms from everywhere. He grew eyes. They were all looking at me. This time I just sat and watched it all happen. I watched like it was something odd but very far away. I held still, but only because there wasn't anything I could do. I didn't stop breathing, exactly, but I certainly couldn't scream. If. For a moment I thought she must be White Buffalo Calf Woman, but surely one of the holiest of Lakota religious icons would never appear to a young Cherokee warrior, even though I had just been deep in meditation? Could she be our own Corn Woman? Her beauty had me totally captivated and very emotional whatever her true identity. Had she appeared to me a few years earlier I would have sat there stunned the rest of the day because of the sheer intensity of her beauty!I wondered for a moment what.