As the front door opened she flew into Tim's arms her own arms around his neck, her kiss passionate. Oddly, he simply stood still, his arms still hold...ing the suitcase and briefcase, his lips unresponsive. It was unlike Tim to stay angry, but obviously something was amiss. For a fleeting moment she wondered if he, somehow, knew of her indiscretions with the Tompkins."Tim, I'm so sorry. I don't want us to ever fight again. You' were right. I acted badly. I..." No, Jan, it's not you, it's me.". She wanted the slugs all over her, but her pussy was getting the most attention. She loved the slimy feeling on her pussy, knowing all these dirty creatures crawling around her most intimate parts. She was a worthless slug slut.It was getting late, so Marrie began going back in a loop back to the direction of her house. She picked every slug that she saw up and put it into her panties. On a fallen tree she sat down for a few minutes, careful not to crush any slugs. Reluctantly she slid her hand. I still cuddle into the bony corners of my wife at night and guess I will when we're both grey and palsied but the times with Suzie and the other players keeps that mud between my toes from cracking.It had been a good night. I had been sleeping well and the woman Suzie had brought --- let's talk about her some time soon --- had been, well, interesting.Late, I returned to Suzie. She was still be on her knees. Her forehead was sheened, perspiration beaded her upper lip and her mouth was crooked. I didn't say anything about it then. I didn't want to get into it in front of Iris. Instead I asked, "Need some back-up?" Bette's hazel eyes darted between the singer’s face and my own for a moment, "No, I can handle him. I wouldn't want to interrupt." Iris spoke up, "I'm enjoying Lia greatly, but if she's needed elsewhere, I promise that I understand." She then leaned forward and whispered, "There could be another time, if she wanted." That was all Bette needed to hear. "Oh, no... no... No..