..Joe! I still think of him but I am so busy. Days go by before I spare him a thought and even then his memory has totally lost its vividness. It's du...lled, as if I'm anaesthetised. It is like seeing a tiny image of him which gets smaller and fainter, smaller and fainter each time I think of him. All my waking hours are full: wash, run, gym, fuck, do academic work on my data, do housework, wash, lick, suck, sleep and so on the next day. And the next day. And the next. And for so very many days. Looking up into her eyes I started giving long slow licks on her outer labia. First I would kiss and lick up and down her right side, then repeat it on her left. Finally I started to lick slowly up and down her slit, barely parting them with the tip of my tongue as I slid it up and down the crease.Linda was moaning, and one hand was twined in my hair as the other one was mauling her own breasts. She looked down and I saw her eyes were crazed with lust, so I reached up with my fingers and pulled. Maybe that was why she loved her night at Linh’s sex club so much. It had always been one of her fantasies, being the centerpiece on stage at an intense and exhilarating live sex show. As Peggy thought about it she realized that she had experienced most of her wildest fantasies already, such as being on the stage on amateur night at a local strip club. She did that in college and it led to her first gangbang. Or acting in a wild sex tape, she did that once, in an out of the way motel early in. It was eerie, I knew exactly what to do.I found a lacy black bullet bra with nice pointy cones, heavy with concentric circles of stitching. Very 1950s. I intuitively managed to clasp the three hooks in front of me and then spun the contraption around my ribs and slipped my arms through the straps. I used balled up pantyhose and some loose shoulder pads I found to fill the cups to capacity. I stared at my fresh profile in the full-length three-way mirror. Now I had a huge pair of luscious tits.