Fittingly, she had picked, The Black Crowes, 'She Talks To Angels' for the dance. "It's my song," she smiled, her voice soft and somber. He was caug...ht off guard by the sadness in her eyes. He had seen the same sadness in another girl's eyes, a life time ago. The sadness behind her smile tore open old wounds in him. She shivered when she saw how he was affected by what she had unwittingly revealed to him. She stopped moving and stared hard in to his cold, dark eyes, and then cautiously edged. I leaned forward and cuffed my hand near my ear to catch the voices of the three women. The best I could manage was words without meaning as distance and tinnitus distorted and jumbled syllables into a mushy sounding English devoid of meaning.The ever-present knot of anxiety in my gut tensed as I watched the Frost Queen join the two senior members of the Sisterhood. Something was going down, and I needed to be at Sheila's side, more for my protection than hers. I am keenly aware that my status. “That’s the spot... ‘fuck’...”She plunged my member back into her mouth, my glans brushing the back of her throat as she pursed her lips around the hilt, letting her bubbling saliva dribble down my thighs. God, it was so hot and wet. Her tongue constantly modulated the pressure and tightness to keep me on my toes, the contrast between her silken flesh and her rough barbs making my head spin. I never knew what was coming, every new sensation a surprise, my legs turning to jelly as she worked me. I was sitting quietly reading the paper one Friday evening after dinner while my wife, Jill, cleaned up the kitchen. Don't get me wrong, we share household duties since she works too and I'd done the cooking for the two of us. Jill works as a licenced real estate broker for one of the big franchises in our area. She does quite well at it and we can afford to have two kids in college. Our kids are smart and had scholarships to help pay that exorbitant college cost and so we.ve established a.