At the slow trickle of yellow and red-flecked drool. At the maggots as they crawl in and out.She stares. Behind her hooded eyes her pupils widen. Her ...eyes are black.I lean over her, I touch her cheek, her neck, the softness of her ear. I touch her breast. I feel her.I watch as her hidden eyes look down my body. My ravaged chest; black gore and torn flesh that were once my sweet breasts. As sweet as hers. Sweeter. Kissed by Him.My hands touch her body. My hands, my tortured hands: their broken. “But what about... ?”“And this is from Tony,” Melody interrupted. I heard a sudden “oh!” squeak out.“It takes both of us to give you a Tony,” Lissa said. Oh my god! Kate must have been overwhelmed by a two on one lip-lock. I could feel a tightness in my jeans just imagining what that looked like.“Thank you,” I heard Kate tell my girlfriends. “Um ... anytime. Really.”“Sounds like you two have your work cut out for you tonight,” I laughed.“Just innocent play,” Lissa said. “Unlike what you are. Soccer fraternity wanted to compete on the international stage, they needed somebody to come in and offer international-level training.Oh, yes, I had a plan.I spent four months in Europe. I took it all in, observed firsthand how the best teams gained their competitive edge, and how I could help craft the American future. When I got back home, just before Christmas, I was just about ready. It was a long-range plan, but I had already seen what could happen, seen it through what my clinics had. Climbing up my body, she slid my cock inside her pussy. "Want to see me lick another girls pussy? Want to see me sit on her face whilst you pound her, pound her hard?" And I did, I wanted to see this and she knew it and we fucked again, eventually collapsing in each others loving arms. Well, next day, I asked her if she meant it and she smiled and said she did. So, we decided to look into what and how we could fulfil this fantasy. For ages nothing happened, we joined sex sites, bought magazines.