"He glowers at her a little longer before taking it in his shackled hands. He takes a small sip. As the smooth, tangy fluid slides down his throat wit...hout effort, it sends warmth shooting through his body and limbs. He drinks the rest of it, still watching her. He didn't fear that there was poison it. He wouldn't be here if they wanted him dead.As he hands her the bowl back, he blinks a few times. Everything seems so much clearer, his mind slowing in thought, but all his senses come to life.. We really need to set aside a couple of hours every week just for the two of us,” I replied as I finished tuning the guitar. Curious, I asked, “If Yolanda is with the babies, what’s Tom doing.”“He and George rode out to check the quarry, but I think they really just needed to get away from all the babies for a while,” she said as she curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee. “Now play, please.”I knew the type of songs she wanted to hear, and I’d been practicing almost a dozen of them for the. My face is now at the entrance of her sweet pussy. It's already wet. I can't believe this is happening with me and Emma. Damn I want her. Without wasting another second, I dig my tongue as deep as I can into her pussy and start to eat her out, lapping up the sweet taste of her like a dog who has just been given a treat after long. Emma runs her long nails through my hair over and over, murmuring something. I can't make out what she's saying but she's getting louder by the minute until suddenly,. I went back to the office without saying anything. I wanted to give myself a little time to figure out what I wanted to do.Phil was at his desk in the outer room; I wanted to talk to him, but he was with a client.Later, Martha interrogated him over dinner at home, sparing me the effort. “How did it go with Christy last night?” she asked him.“We had fun.” He said.“That’s all?” Martha asked with a smile.“Mother!”“Don’t be so uptight, Phillip. If you can’t tell us, who can you tell? Anyway, I just.