Like the proverbial kid-in-a-candy-store, I’d never ceased to lave the silken cheeks before me, running my tongue frequently from the base of her cr...ack to her ‘coin slot’.As instructed, I periodically focused my attention on her butt hole, spearing it with my tongue, reveling in the submission of it. She’d called it the ‘submissive kiss’ and the name seemed appros pos. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I was the ‘submissive’ in this menage. Of course, the continued stinging of the. He took my hand and squeezed it softly. ‘Thank you’ I don’t know why, but I answered him with a whispered ‘thank you’ and felt my cheeks go warm again. He leaned in closer and just for a second it felt as if he was going to hug me, when he quickly straightened up and took a step back. He tossed a ‘have a nice day now’ to me and half-ran out of the room. And there I stood, with a surprised ‘oh’ on my still reddish face and a strange ‘what did just happen?’-feeling in my body. My brain seemed to. ‘You were so drunk that you were teeterin’ and swervin’ like a buoy in the sea, so how can you remember anything?!’ He cocked his head and narrowed thoughtful eyes. ‘How did you know I was drunk?’ She froze before her jaw dropped, and then she quickly clamped her mouth shut. ‘How did you know, Charly?’ Irritated that she blabbered, she looked angrily up at him. ‘How else? You just told me.’ ‘No. I didn’t.’ ‘Of course you did! How would I otherwise know—?’ ‘—Because you were there.’ She. This only served to remind John of the number of times he and Rachel had made love despite the blood. He couldn't seem to get Rachel off his mind.It was nearly two weeks before John phoned Rachel back. He'd picked up the receiver on many occasions, but felt guilty and ended up calling Susan instead."Hi," he said when the phone was answered, "Is Rachel there?" It's me, hi John." Hi." I'm glad you called back."They got the chit-chat out of the way quickly, and spent over half an hour catching up.