." I'm on my way home, Dad." No need, darling. There's nothing you can do..." Yes, there is. I can cry on your shoulder, Dad." The call ended with a c...lick and he hung up.Thirty-six hours passed in a blur; he couldn't have said what time of day it was, merely responding to his body's demands – the toilet, water, dozing in a chair.His daughter found him sitting, staring across the room; he might have been staring at a photo of himself with Audrey ... or just staring at nothing. She found it. Her pussy juices and pussy blood tatsed so good. I flicked her clit with my tongue, and spread her lips with my fingers. I had a mouthful of both her cum and her blodd. I swallowed it all. It was a taste that I wanted in my mouth forever.She then asked me to get up and lay on the couch. I did, and then she mounted me in the 69 position. She started sucking my cock. And I started eating out her twat again, with the blood now dripping out of it. She sucked my cock so hard, and she was taking me. Some--too many, by far--of these devices are built-in, as it were, to erotica. It is a rare story, indeed, for example, inwhich a penis is not described as a ramrod (which "rams"), a sword or aknife (which "thrusts," "penetrates," "pierces," or "stabs"), or, inejaculation, as a volcano (which "erupts"), a bomb (which "explodes") ora gun (which "shoots" or "discharges"), or according to some otherequally familiar metaphor. Attempts to add new tropes to erotica'sstorehouse of metaphorical. “I heard that Michael Jackson is here.” Liz heard another reply.In any other place, the see through mesh top that Liz wore would seem scandalous. But here, it was almost boring. For that, Liz was hopeful.The last several decades had been rather tame, though the 60s had provided a bit of fun. She had discovered that drugs didn’t really affect her like they did to humans, though the free flowing sex had provided some amusement. Legends about this club had spread across the nation and Liz had.