I help my tongue with my finger and I slide my tongue on your clit as I slide my finger inside your pussy... I suck your clit and stroke my fingers in... and out, makes you moan harder and get so close to your orgasm... I put my finger on your g spot and begin to rub it, and after an accelerating stroke series you begin to shake your body with pleasure and moan with little screams.... after you relieve your body, you push me with your legs down on the floor... and climb on me. you spread your legs. I’d have to come up with an excuse to do something like that a couple more times, say it to a few of them face-to-face; but a large enough group near us now, if Rita’s performance thus far hadn’t convinced them, deeply understood that Rita was Helen. We’d opened up the buffet before Lucinda showed up as well, to be sure they’d be more concerned with filling their plates than turning their heads for her entrance.That same effect, putting their brains into “consume mode,” meant that I didn’t have. Every little bitof grime and filth, every rotten bit of sludge, every tiny piece of foul stench,I took out of that disposal I put in this bowl for you to eat! Look at me,look into my eyes as I slide this into your open mouth, you weak excuse fora man, you total fucking pig! With every spoonful I give you, the less I thinkof you as a man.. You are a Pig, a disgusting barnyard oinker, and you deserveevery little bit of grime I force down your gullet. There must be at least3 more spoonfuls of this. And there hasn’t been a day since when you two weren’t joined at the hip like conjoined twins, for Christ’s sake. Don’t tell me she isn’t in love with you, because I’ll call you a fucking liar!”“Feel free to call me what you like. I fucked up, I know. But she isn’t in love with me anymore.”I shook my head. I loved this guy like he was my own brother. In fact I loved him more than I loved my own brother, we were that close. And I loved Karen, his wife, just as much.Sometimes you meet people, and.