A split between the mind and body.”Nigella nodded. “And what she and Eddie talk about is...”“Real,” Cheryl finished it.“Like the verbal eq...uivalent of flesh and blood,” Nigella agreed.Two women came downstairs, one of them clomping and muttering, “Fucking bitch.” He should have figured they’d be in Eddie’s bed.He rushed toward them, just to keep the cursing down. “Fuck you, Joe,” said Rachel before rushing out the door. He watched her scamper to her car, continuing her muttering, and locked the. Thankfully for Joanna, there didn’t seem to be any more scars so I kissed her thighs at random points that seemed to me to be deserving. The musky smell became stronger and, as I flipped the hem of Joanna’s robe up a little further, her pussy came into sight. Visual inspection confirmed what my sense of touch had originally told me: she was completely clean-shaven, and she had a very pretty pussy with the inner lips, now glistening with juices, only just visible. Her prominent clit was on full. In these strange and apocalyptic times of forced- gender-manipulation, anarcho-absurdism and the coming of the anti-poet that me, myself and I being the self-proclaimed and as of yet still unchallenged president of the world as such have come to accept and even embrace the hidden and long suppressed homo-erotic passions and desires of the tweakerwannabetrannypeevert that I have so long yearned to be. I have this overwhelming need to somehow whore myself out to somebody. The problem right now is. As she went toward the bathroom, a little bit of Andy was still dripping on her thighs. She just hoped none hit the carpet. She closed the door, sat on the toilet, and peed. She wiped herself, got a few squares of TP wet at the faucet, and used those to wipe herself again. Mom kept commercial douches in there, but she was afraid to use one. Mom might know how many she had.“Want to take a turn?” she asked back in the room. Andy looked a little bashful walking naked out her door to the bathroom..