I wondered for quite some time whether she ever though to herself, hmm, where the hell did my thongs go? Maybe when she was folding her laundry, she�...�d ask how the hell she had only three thongs. Either way, no proof and I didn’t regret taking those babies home one bit. The thongs I took were super basic, simply black thongs that she probably couldn’t specifically remember. Plus, those things kept the scent of her holes on them for like literally three years before I sniffed it all away. Until I. Her method was traditional, yet experienced. She waved me off the flame far deeper into the hit than I could've, cleared all three feet of it, leaned back and held it. I drank the rest of her scotch and headed out of the room to refill them. I could hear her coughing all the way in the kitchen, where I filled up larger glasses, less ice for hers and none for mine, with the rest of the bottle.She was swaying, pie eyed for sure, when I got back. Resilient, Ill giver her that, too. When I entered. When this object was found at the bottom of alarge blasted pit. People first thought it was a meteorite strike but itwasn't. It was this block, it was laying there. But this event alsohappens to have coincide with the disappearance of a man of aboutTwenty-five years old from the area. The two may have been linked? Theinfo on both? Was placed in the same file for this block. In that fileit will show that this object has been moved many times. It was moved tomany research facilities for study. She made me cum all over her hand. I started kissing down her body as she cleaned my cum off her hand. I started going down on her."Gentle, my pussy is sore," she said.I ate her pussy until she came to a soft orgasm, then we cuddled and went to sleep.The next day all three of us acted like everything was normal. I was really happy to see nothing was coming between us right now. When all three of us hung out in the apartment, I didn't feel the humiliation I had before, nor the arousal.Eventually.