.. ' She was beginning to gabble and I put a hand up.'Kirsty, told ya way back: overnighters are fine, long as it don't look like they're movin' in pe...rmanent, weekenders are OK once in a while, it's a guy from outa town for instance, sisters at Thanksgiving always welcome. But hell, girl, holidays an' all: how come you're stayin' here?' Her eyes dropped.'Uh, Mom and Dad are having some issues, and I don't want to go be caught in the middle and poor Tanya needs a break so I told her... ' I. I could sense her resting on the bed deciding how to proceed. I thought I could hear her fingering her wet pussy during this time, then all of the sudden she thrusted 2 pussy juiced coated fingers into my mouth. Naturally I sucked them clean, eager for more as she withdrew them. More movement on the bed, then suddenly her moist bald cunt was clamped onto my mouth, rocking and grinding away on me at a rhythm to suit her own needs. Her legs were spread facing me as she clung onto the bed head.. Just do it. Get it over with. You’re already dead, your body just doesn’t know it. “Why not?” I mused, steeling myself. And, just as I’d made up my mind, the world around me was erased, plunging me into the most vibrant ecstasy that I’d ever experienced. This time it wasn’t simply passion that crashed through me. I could feel them physically. A warm wet mouth on my nipple, teeth brushing against tender flesh as it suckled, another at my throat, tongue tracing over the hollow and then along. .. I should ... the company insurance spent that much and more making sure I was functional. The plastics doc kept his promise, but I felt like the dog my dad used to sing about.Where, oh where, has my little dog gone?Where, oh where, can he be?With his ears cut short, and his tail cut long,Oh bring back my doggie to me.About my dad singing? Gravel in a tin can.Mom was the one with perfect pitch ... flat.Six months getting my face rehabilitated had left me with a firm commitment to the.