Jen was still buzzing from the wine she already drank but she took and glass and drank about half of it. Debbie looked down at this hot little slut an... smiled at herself. She was looking forward to eating her taste little virgin pussy. Debbie sat down next to Jen on the couch. Very close to Jen, close enough for their skin to touch.Debbie gave her one of the glasses of wine then she raised her glass and said, " To new experiences." Debbie finished off her glass of wine. She then told Jen to go. ”It is a tiny mew lost amongst sobs; my tear filled mouth murmuring it into the soft wool of Claude’s sweater. Over and over again I say it, repeat it, my mantra, all that I am captured in those three words. Forceful, independent me reduced to a quivering, hurting, sobbing mound of flesh deadened by loss.“I miss her.”“I miss her.”“I miss her.”“I know. I miss her too. She was …”The words catch in Claude’s throat, his stoicism infected by my emotional outpouring.It takes a while this pilgrimage;. “Security, Mickey,” crackled the reply. “Mick, this Nick. I’m on the floor. That loser is back at the craps table.” “The cunt’s husband?” “Yeah. I don’t believe this guy. Look, keep a close eye on this sucker. I don’t want any big messes to have to deal with later tonight or in the morning. When he’s busted, go get him and sit on him. I don’t want him hurting himself. At least not here.” “You got it boss.” ***** Judy was draped over the back of a sofa, sucking Hank’s cock as he knelt on the. I was doing the same. There was just the sound of our breathing, and the softest murmur from her. All we were doing back there was kissing, kissing, and a little bit of discreet touching too, and that carried so much erotic force for me. The suggestion that other things would most certainly follow, wow, and then Roger pulled up into the yard, past the huge old farmhouse, and parked the car back by the barn where my mom wanted it.He got out, and they said goodnight, and went into the house,.