He dwelt there, on her clit, labia, even rolling down toward but not quite reaching her anus - teasing her, driving her increasingly mad.Suddenly, he ...stopped.And "disappeared" again.Nothing. For moments. Hours. DAYS.She knew better than to say anything. He'd punish her rather than titillating her - he'd hurt rather than reward. She couldn't say anything.She couldn't hear him, though, and as her flush faded, as her skin cooled and she began to come back to herself, she wondered what his next. For some reason, one afternoon whilst Stan was away she had been daydreaming about sex and more so she was dreaming about the incident with the bull she had watched some years ago. She was so hot and horny that her pussy and not her mind was controlling her thoughts. She had to get relief somehow and she had to get it fast. Her panties were soaking wet and her cunt lips and hairs were sticky from her juices; she wasn't sure what she was doing as she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Lifting. This has always helped me. Once I came across a girl in chat room Mumbai central or something. When I started taking to her with little follow up, she sounded that she is from Bangalore. I asked her why she is in Mumbai room. She didn’t reply. We continued for almost 1 hour and at the end she replied to my question saying that she doesn’t want to get into friendship and love crap with guys who stay in the same city as of her. These guys being from the same city try to meet more, call more and. I could see she was determined to fit as many of her fantasys into the night as she possibly could. We wound up on our sides, Liz with a foot up on my headboard, so that Marcia could keep eating her out. While I was taking Marcia from behind and fingering Liz on her G spot, trying not to knock Marias nose off. I remember that someone finally came, and the other two soon followed. We lay and talked, changed the record, got more drinks and had another couple of sessions that night. I remember Liz.