I hadn't really appreciated it in the cave yesterday, but the feeling of this warm, wet, wriggling carpet was quite amazing. And the smell! It now abs...olutely permeated the room, and that feeling of lightness came back. Looking down at Hannah, with the worms all over her, sucking and massaging her, made me sigh. Her eyes were closed and mouth hanging open, a worm arched above her simply leaking its fluid into her waiting mouth. She made a few gargled sounds of contentment, and I just enjoyed the. The house was on 55th between Montezuma and El Cajon. Small, puce-colored, with a small, yellow garage, a tiny lawn, and some ice plants. Billings pulled into the driveway."Handy to the campus," I offered. The house was like ten thousand others built between the war and 1960. Billings pulled some keys from his pocket, selected one and opened the door.The house was dark and smelled stale. Being locked up for a few days didn't account for it. I looked a Billings. "May I open the drapes?" Anything. "You bet I am." He smiled. "A guy doesn't find a cute young broad like you very often."Looking at his nice thick cock, the pretty little blonde decided she'd like to suck on his prick before they started fucking."Let me taste it," she whispered, dropping to her knees next to the bed.Rolling onto his side, he quickly faced Sharon, who was kneeling on the floor. His big throbbing cock was sticking out over the edge of the bed."Ready?" she whispered, reaching out and lightly stroking his beautiful. He knew he needed to leave this little girl alone but he couldn’t. That night, as he left work to head home to talk to her, once again his stomach was full of butterflies. He was frightened that she’d hate his voice. He had a thick southern accent, even deeper than hers and it made him slightly self-conscious at times. Plus he was afraid that he would say something stupid and she would know that he was a giant loser. All the way home, during the 10 minute drive to his apartment, he tried to.