That’s all.”I didn’t speak, as a moment of envy in my heart was overwhelmed by emptiness. I felt worthless, like my company wasn’t enough for ...him. I pushed my bright blonde hair back, making sure he had no chance of noticing the tears forming in my eyes. “Well, um…” I said softly, trying to say anything I could to erase the subject. The tears faded from my eyes.He put his game on pause and looked at me. “What’s wrong?” he asked sternly. His eyes were in a lock with mine. I couldn’t hold back. My short skirt has flipped up over my back and I am exposed, unprotected, my panties down around my knees my small breast bare pointing toward the ground. Unaware of what I am doing, I find myself presented to Timber. His tongue is all over my bottom. His slobber is clinging to my downey fur then running down my thighs, I cannot think, I only have an uncontrollable need to be loved. Please, don't do this I plead with myself. But it's too late, just as I gain a small measure of control, Timber. Turn over," I ordered as I gently pushed on her hip."I can do it." Not as well as I," I answered as I spread her lips, opening up her labia and exposing her now unhooded clit."You're beautiful," I whispered reverentially as a finger gently brushed her little erection."I'm not...Willlll," she moaned as I slipped inside her. "I'm just washing you," I assured even as I pushed a second long finger inside her slippery cave. "You're not," Allie protested as my thumb lightly circled over her moist. “You know me,” Henry shouted back over the music. “Been tied to the dancefloor with a bungee cord.”“You sly little mongoose you. Whose skirt have you been chasing?”“No one!” Henry replied honestly. “The music is my mistress tonight.”Patrick threw his head back for a brief hoot of laughter that was lost in the music. “Well I…” came Patrick’s breath again in Henry’s ear, waving his cup in his face. “…am going to introduce you to a lovely specimen I spotted from across the bar.” Henry turned to.