Taste what we have created. We will make more. For as long as we live we will always share this sacrament."Glistening drops of passion collected at th...e peak of Stacy's clitoral hood and Jared lapped them up.His cock was hard. Not really up to maximum fullness to be sure, but rigid enough for penetration. He guided Stacy onto her back. From her steaming fur pie, he made his way upward, licking along the trail left by the flowing sex-juice. Stacy's hands bunched up wads of soggy bedspread as she. Stories are told ... often ones you don't want to hear, again.Fortunately for me, this was Jessica's family telling them. My parents were late. In a way, worrying about them was good. It kept my mind off the presents that I had been dying to open.When they showed up, a lot of fuss was made about their arrival. Call me insensitive, but I wanted to get them to sit down, so we could get the show on the road. It was about then that I realized Theresa was delaying things on purpose."Ok, Theresa," I. I was the idiot that accidentally forwarded a minorly important email to the competition and spent two hours hearing about how stupid I was from a cascading cast of superiors. Fuck, fuck, fuck. But they didn’t fire me.That meant I had to go back Monday.“Joey…”“Erin, maybe you’ve had enough.” He said. Fucking professional.“You know I’m not driving.” I lived a block away.“I do,” he said. “I’m worried about you walking at this point.”There was a tear fighting to escape my left eye. “I just… I’m. “ Not really. I just like getting things done and know what I want and also what I don’t want.” She laughed. “I like working together with someone and being on the same page. That’s why our little communal experiment didn’t work and why my marriage went south. We weren’t on the same page and I would get upset when people wouldn’t do what needed to get done. It was frustrating as hell.” “ You seem like a determined person,” I said, while slicing the onion. “ Kind of, I guess, but you have to.