Shelly placed the drink in front of him and smiled. Putting a fiver down, Lynn took a small sip. He noticed the butch a few seats over to his right. H...er right hand was wrapped in a bandage, and of course how could he forget the loud and obnoxious party in back. With his head down contemplating what to do next, he cursed Eric for putting him in this predicament. Dream or no dream, Lynn decided this wasn't such a good idea.All of a sudden the group yelled, "Happy 20th anniversary to Bob and. "Can I kiss you then?." He asked.Angel nodded slowly.And Derek slowly leaned forward to her and pressed his lips against hers. She just sat there but then Derek kissed her again without taking his face away from hers. He kissed her lips a couple more times before putting his hand on her cheek and bringing her lips in better contact with his own. Her lips were so sweet. He parted them slowly with his tongue and slid it gently against hers. It took her a few seconds to finally respond back. She. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He started to smell things, the leaves around him seemed thick with a scent of decay. The smell of the earth filled his nostrils, but not the dirt of home, but a rotting smell more like the compost pile his mother kept and spread on her garden. He was hot, the air was hot and almost seemed full of steam. His mother’s garden was small, but he loved helping her, and loved the vegetables she grew, and the juicy sweet cherry tomatoes. In the fall she would. They soaked her hair. They even struck her on the eyelids. But nothing fazed her. Nothing could erase the look of bliss on her face.Then her jaw dropped. This was not happening. She could not be doing this. No. She was not opening her mouth, not taking a vile waste fluid into it. But she was. He had not told her to do that. They had talked about it, masturbated to it, but it had always been a fantasy, an impossibility. Surely no one could truly be depraved enough to cross this line.Straining,.