When enough time had passed, she pulled him up again. He flopped around, limp. Satisfied, she dragged him to where the water lapped against the land, ...and there she bared her claws. Over the rain, there was a ripping sound.The water turned red.***"I'm home," Angela said, closing the door behind her. She took off her wet coat and shouldered Charles' messenger bag. Her mother looked at her, blinking. "You're soaked!" she said."I got caught in the rain. I'm sorry I'm late. I had to stop and get. .. he was right here ... she touched him and they were both gone ... Honest!!" Angela was on the verge of a screaming hissyfit. Hyperventilating.Andrea said, "Angela, sit down ... on the ladder ... put your head between your knees. Breathe." Yeah, Angela ... calm down." Junior said.That did it ... Angela's eyes rolled back in her head and she was out.Andrea said, "Junior ... that's just plain mean." I thought it was pretty funny." You would ... What did you do with David?" He's at Pentwater in. God knows she should have been: She had nothing she should want to hide. Her body would have done credit to a thirty-year-old. “What would be your pleasure?” she asked.“Maybe some white wine?” I said. “Anything cold, really.”“Should I make coffee — for later?” she asked.“Oh, yes! That sounds great, even now.”“Yeah, to me too. I’ll brew some of my good Columbian.”While she was gone I slumped into complete relaxation, breathed deeply, and let out a long, meaningful sigh of contentment. It had. Claire moaned, pushing into my face as she held her hand on the back of my head. My tongue rapidly circled her tensing clit as I now slid two fingers easily up her, deep up her slick twat."Mmm... oh, fuck yes..." Claire moaned as she closed her eyes, my tongue rapidly spiraling round her clit, her blonde pubic triangle sodden as I continued lapping at her neat bud inside her fertile garden, until Claire could stand no more. "I need your fucking cock now." I kissed her prominent clit once more.