She was moaning with pleasure, holding the back of my head, and shaking. “Do you want me to lick your clit? “I want you to fuck me!” was her i...mpatient response. “Do you want me to lick your clit? I asked again. “Yes! Yes! She said, this time with a softer voice “Are you getting ready to cum?” “Yes!” “You do know that I’m not going to let you cum yet, don’t you?” She did not answer, but let out a moan of disappointment. I licked her pussy, slowly working my way up to her clit. I licked. “Like advice from the gods?” she suggested, sitting down on the sofa.Settling myself beside her, I couldn’t help recalling the unconnected events that had led to me sitting there, naked beside my own wife, also naked. Yes, an unusual event. Indeed, it was like some god-like interference.Laura broke into my thoughts, “Mark, will you think me terrible if I say it was exciting, seeing you spurt like that.”“Not the porn?”“Was that porn? Well, that started it, but—”On-screen, the action had. I heard another sound but couldn't identify it. A rustling whisper. "That should help, I've drawn the drapes and here's some water. You're probably thirsty."The water tasted good. I didn't know that plain water could taste so good. It tasted nearly as good as she sounded. I tried again to open my eyes but the struggle was too much and somewhere in the middle of it I went back to sleep.When I woke up this time I knew it was daylight because I could feel the sun on my face. It felt good, just. ‘No, we can’t,’ she whispered. ‘Danny.’ ‘Danny’s not here,’ Hugh whispered in a lust-filled hoarse voice. ‘Danny’s not coming. I can take care of you. The Valentine Dance. More, if you want. Material for a proper dress for the dance. Ever had a proper party dress, Marylou? You are so lovely. You’d look so beautiful in a new dress.’ ‘He said jist to hold on.’ Marylou wasn’t talking to anyone in particular. She was whimpering. Her head was thrown back and she was looking at the knots in the.