Having no idea what she's even looking for, she throws her desire into the endless void of black space, like a fisherman casting a net.She sits in sil...ence... listening, waiting for an idea, a clue, anything at all. She never gets a clear answer, but she does feel a divine presence come over her. A presence that seems to be communicating to her with feelings, not words.As she listens, she feels the words... 'look for subtle signs'... coming into her mind... 'listen to yourself, and the answers. Especially when I was laying on my back on the bed. I do remember the first time."Don't swallow. I want you to kiss me..."A huge load of cum fell into my mouth. Fucking amazing. Then she French kissed me."I swallowed just a little." she said. Of course she did. I knew her. I was lucky to get any.Then one day at work she came to me in my office with a stained red cami."You owe me a new blouse." Sure. No problem!"It was kinda like that. Heaven. Every morning after she would sleep over she'd give. She sat on the bed facing the chair, had Amy sit in the chair facing her and asked me to sit on the floor between both their legs.I happily complied and had two beautiful pussies on either side of my head as I sat between them. I was in heaven. I don't remember which one I started on but it was sweet and wet and I was rubbing and fingering the other. Surrounded by pussy.When I was licking one, she would be petting and stroking my face while I look up at her contented eyes. I really never want. "You've been really good to me, Ertha. I don't know what I would have done... "Hey, come on. Let's not play humble, okay?" She gave Julie's hand a squeeze, startled to feel it cold and clammy. "We've got to get you back on your feet, girl." The sofa gave a teasing squeek as she pumped Julie's hand up and down on the nubby fabric, hoping to bring some strength and life back into the frail figure of her long-time friend. "Tell you what... you get up, take a shower and get dressed. We'll go to a.