"I need..." She inhaled deeply. "...sex.....please.....I need it..."She reached up and stroked my scruffy, ungroomed face. She ran them down my cheeks... and played with the collars of my shirt. Realised everything the man had told me was true Janice, my ex neighbour would do want ever I wanted and she was desperate for it! Her body was in dire need of sexual fulfilment. I had never seen a woman so desperate for sex."Mmmm, I think you should strip...slowly....running your hands all over your. "That's not at issue, here." He sighed. "I called you in because the police called me, looking for you; your mother was attacked last night." Shit." Nate studied the floor. So, it had finally gone down. Mama'd been lucky for quite a while... "She dead?" No, but she's hospitalized. She was rather thoroughly raped, and pretty fiendishly tortured, I'm told. The police said that she's going to recover, but she had exposure, some wounds, blood loss... You should go on up to the hospital and see her.. "You're so adorable," he whispered in her ear as saliva ran down her chin. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were unfocused. She looked completely disoriented, like she was ill or half asleep.For several minutes, Tiffany made no sound apart from her heavy breathing and a slight gurgling from her drool filled mouth. When Jon finally pulled his fingers out, she began to cough and spit. Suddenly she tensed up, squeezing her legs together again. Jon started grunting as he struggled to. My nails dug ragged furrows in his skin, his fingers bruising my hips. He suckled at my breasts as I lowered myself over him. I heard the song of our bird again just as I died a little death in his arms, crashing against him, crying out with a pleasure I'd never before known.Then he rolled atop me, pounding into my body until he threw his head back and roared in his release. I felt him fill me, fill my womb with his potent seed.The meaning of his name is love. Bryden Camlo, my gypsy lover. My.