It pulsed every time the head passed her wrinkled hole or was met by the heat of her moist welcoming lips. I had to fight back the desire to just slid...e it in her, as once again I was getting annoyingly hard.Fuck, I was wanting, but from what? Was it just animal and raw? Was it pent up desires, or maybe, just being me, doing, having done, just exploring without judgement?Maybe, it was a little bit of all of it?Maybe, it was, love?Nah!It was NOT about that.Was it?I tried to calm my mind and nudge. Looking pointedly at the vibrator, he asked, “So Judy, what do you do for fun?”Flushing, Judy stammered, “It’s not what you think! That’s not mine! A friend left it there!”Greg smiled reassuringly. “Don’t be embarrassed Judy, friends often leave unusual things at my place too!” he told her soothingly.“But you’re married; you have a little girl with a kitten!” Judy spluttered.Moving closer, Greg reached out to place a calming hand on Judy’s arm. “I was fibbing!” he told her, “The truth is that I. Flare? Yes… I remember… The fire creates… the fire consumes… I consume myself… and create… anew…’The muddy water in the blast crater bubbled and boiled, then blew skyward as the tiny, mind-made, mud volcano erupted steam, mud, and a live body from its depths.‘And God formed woman from the mud in the bowels of the earth…’“Like hell…(cough)… he did!” Lisa exclaimed, trying to lift herself up out of the hot, slippery mud in which she found herself lying.“Fuck!” she cried out, frustrated and. "Thank you for reminding me,Ma'am." You're quite welcome. I will give you many pointers like that, dear,and expect you to take them all to heart." When all he did was to offera weak smile of acquiescence, she went on, "Now go to Agnes over therefirst, and then come here to Marge. I'm sure they're eager to see howmuch you adore what they have for you."She took a sip of her tea. His knees trembled. This had spun out ofcontrol. What could he do? Robert didn't want to have to keep.