Amy had never had a fantasy this vivid, and certainly never about another woman’s tongue sliding up and down inside her, but she didn’t care. She ...was lost in the heat and the fog.Amy leaned back and moaned, imagining running her fingers through the mysterious stranger’s long black hair, pulling her inward, begging her not to stop. All the while in the real world her finger stroked firmer, a little faster, urging Amy’s body up and up along a wave of pleasure.Suddenly the wave crested. Amy. Relief, as she heard him clean up the tools and his hands, changing the gloves with that strange rubbery snapping and the clatter of the pedal bin, her mind saying; ‘ok its over let me up, and we can soon go!’ She heard the men whispering then John pulling the left lip once more and marking it with two dots of marker. She Felt a cold spray once more, and knowing it was not over she lay exhausted, unable to change her destiny, limply waiting. Then a tool like pliers was gently held near the top. “What’s that smell?”Jeff followed her into the bed. “Probably me and Christina.”Amy froze. “You guys hooked up?”“Yeah.” Jeff watched her carefully as she processed what he said. Her eyes filled with tears again and she bit her lip. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” she whispered and wiped her eyes.“Does it bother you that we were together today?”She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she got back out of the bed. “I can’t.”“Can’t what?”“I can’t be in that bed,” Amy said and headed for the door.“Amy,. She did have to admit that some aspects of her current condition were not all that bad. She liked the all over tan that she was developing. She had always hated tan lines but had never been bold enough to do anything about it. Now, she was forced into nudity and one of the benefits was the elimination of those horrid tan lines.The other benefit was the orgasms. She had not climaxed in the two years since her husband’s death. Even when he was still alive, she had not experienced orgasms like the.