I made myself lean forward and hesitantly lap at her. ‘No!’ she yelled, grabbing me by my wig and slamming my face into her, humping my nose with ...her hips. ‘Do it, you fag slut, or we’ll go out and pick somebody up to fuck YOU!’ I did it with every bit of energy I could summon. Little by little, my disgust faded. I was turning her on! Her thrusts and approving curses were heartfelt. I’d never heard her even half so aroused when we made love normally. My penis strained inside the tight panties. Her husband owned the local pharmacy and Doc Levine was easily twenty years his wife’s senior. Everyone figured that she married him for his money and the style of living she expected and received. Doc Levine worked long hours and there were lots of rumors about Mrs. Levine’s antics with many local men. It was often said that she would never get a speeding ticket in her red Corvette convertible….it was said that the WHOLE police force would be in trouble if they ever gave her any trouble.. I closed my eyes in anticipation - and his mouth covered mine. He brought his left arm to gently caress my head - and our kiss was slow and long and sensual. My lips tingled - and my mouth opened to his - allowing his tongue to enter me and caress my own.I didn't have a yardstick with which to compare - but it was a beautiful kiss - it felt so natural and good - my whole body ached with desire for him - I could feel my nipples harden beneath my blouse. As we broke the kiss he grinned like a. But if that were so, why then could she remember her years of schooling. She could clearly remember growing up on Colony Twelve. She could remember classrooms in the complex as she grew up. Even her college and post-graduate work in astro-physics and planetary systems was very clear in her mind. But her life in the village was fading from her mind. She could remember attending the festival many, many times, but where she lived and what she did in the village had been erased from her mind.She.