It ends in totalitarian misery every single time.”“How about a different topic of conversation?” Jessica asked.“That one started with sex!” ...Elyse laughed.“Doesn’t everything?” Jessica asked.“Well, now that you mention it,” I chuckled.“Feeling relaxed, Deborah?” Elyse asked.“Very!”“Steve, what do you think of the suicide cult in San Diego?”“Heaven’s Gate? Just crazy.”“Did you see who one of the cult members was who committed suicide?”“Nichelle Nichols’ brother, Thomas,” I replied. “That is a. He squeezed my nipple with his lips causing the milk to flow out of it and into his mouth. He feasted on my milk hungrily. My pussy gushed with a fresh release of my juices. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly. I had completely forgotten about my husband and eagerly enjoyed his father’s lips over my tits. He sucked my nipples, alternating between them, driving me crazy with lust. I wriggled my ass over the table. All of a sudden, Father-in-law released my tits and dropped to his knees burying. Soft fingertips, sensual as velvet, lightly caressed my lips. I closed my eyes and groaned, my lips nuzzling her roaming digits. Seemingly beyond my control, my tongue slipped out, teasing Casey’s fingers, adding a shimmer of wetness. The probing tip of her extended middle finger slipped between my lips, easing into my mouth. I instinctively sucked on her slender appendage as my nostrils flared with a growing sense of lust. My wriggling tongue traced every nuance of her invading finger,. "We are a new history." A new history. huh. I like that." he says and rubs his cheek in my hair."Yes. Now tell me about the people of Saint Louis? The city is dead but there are still people living there. That could be important." I prompt him."What do you want to know?" he leans away from me so he can look down at my face."Tell me a bout the Nightingales? Who are they?" I ask."Oh they were Hospital workers and the like. As far as they tell it. Their founders didn't want to leave those hospital.