I feel trippy. I see myself in the large bathroom mirror and I feel dizzy. I grab hold of the vanity. My eyes and head don't seem to be communicating.... Suddenly I'm awash in emotions. Guilt, lust, shame, pride to name a few. Could be the ecstasy from last night I think? I pull back up into the mirror and with a certain degree of difficulty begin to absorb what I'm seeing.I see a semi naked gay boy in an oversized oxford shirt trying to pee straight. I see a face very much like mine except for. Jon's tongue found her clit and deftly freed it from its hood. Fingers were slipped inside her and began touching, stroking, pressing, in wonderful and thrilling ways. Ruth tried to concentrate on Jon's cock, fucking him with her mouth. But the distraction from his tongue and his fingers working at her sex was too great. Ruth surrendered herself to his attentions. The waves of sensation flowing up out of her sex to flood her whole body. Jon worked the whole length of her slit to draw every. "Those cookies are ready to come out. I can smell them." It was after one when she finally left. They had eaten all the cookies, Rata as much as any of them. Michelle had to admire the way Rata could enjoy her food, since she couldn't enjoy her body. On the way home she decided to stop by the Greek's again. She hadn't liked it last time, and she didn't expect to this time either, but it was an interesting sociological phenomenon. Lee had left for vacation on Wednesday, and Pete was filling in.. . no...” I wheezed.The blow had concaved my armor. The dented metal pressed on my stomach, on my solar plexus. It squeezed about my breasts and put pressure on my ribs. They creaked as I sucked in another short inhalation. Dizziness washed over me. My hands clenched on nothing. I had to get the armor off.I fought against the waves of sluggish thought that swept through me. I needed to breathe. My mind screamed for it. My lungs burned to be filled. I sucked in another breath through my nostrils.