Your own manhood stirs with each heartbeat.I spread my trembling legs; I pray that you can’t wait any longer to taste me. You run your tongue up the... inside of my thigh, and it comes to what it has been seeking. I take a handful of hair as you run the tip of your tongue over the wet swollen lips of my sex, up to the button, but you gently blow on it instead. My back arches and I pull your face onto me, your tongue going inside me. The nectar starts to run down your chin, as you swirl the muscle. And although I understood the reality of the situation, my grandmother’s impending death made me sad, somber and vulnerable. As I faced the reality of my grandmother’s mortality, I wanted my parents close. I wanted to be reassured that our family would survive. My mom and stepdad hoped to be able to return home late Christmas day, but even that was uncertain. All that was certain was my sixteen year old stepbrother and I were left alone to ‘celebrate’ the days leading up to Christmas, including. Not quite the big man now are we.”She showed the Captive his reflection in the mirror. He seemed oddly pleased by it, which irked Wanda and provoked a casual cruelty. Wanda held his nose between thumb and forefinger and watched his face go blue and felt her pussy moisten at the terror in his eyes that seemed eager to slide down his checks like so much melting wax. She released his nose and the Captive snorted air greedily. Wanda delivered a crisply executed slap across his face, startling the. His brainidentified them as words, but was unfamiliar with them in sentencesspoken seriously. His brain locked ended with a singular conclusion: these people werebat-shit-crazy. He pulled another business card and a pen from his suit coat pocket.He wrote something on the back of it. "Client of mine, Norman Saddler," He handed Philippa the card."Excellent psychiatrist. This is Norm's cell number: his rates arereasonable ... you should call him."Sam turned to leave ? he planned to sprint.