But now, as I had grown up and endured the mediocractey of surviving two years of University on my own, I was now fine being on my own.We both waved h...er goodbye, as she stood by a busstop and we kept on walking to the station. Dan was staying with his Dad, uptown from me. I had offered for him to stay with me, but he politely declined.'Staying until the train arrives?' I asked him, looking up at the billboard. It wasn’t long, only a suspected 10 minutes – I could wait it alone, but time always. It was the sound of masculine release. Total uninhibited primal release.As if his heart stopped, and every muscle and tendon and bone and cell inhis body had all screamed out at once, in a plaintive and earth-shattering way.It was the sound of orgasm.Sacred, blessed, orgasm.Mine was also mind-blowing, but his noises were louder than mine,drowning me out, making it seem like his was the only response thatcounted.But nothing could have been farther from the truth.I was in bliss. My pussy hole. My goodness,” he held her close, and murmured into her hair, “Come back to Charleston with me.” She smiled, letting him think whatever he wanted, knowing she was in New York to stay. If circumstances were different, Lorelei would have happily become Mrs. Beauregard Caulfield. She'd be the mistress of a grand house in Charleston, tended to by many servants, riding to church in a fine carriage. But after the War of Northern Aggression, as Beauregard called it, Charleston was a place of bitter. A single tentacle extended out and started to drag itself across the floor in the manner of string. Claire lowered herself to the floor, then stuck her ass back up, tail and all, and watched the tentacle intently. As the tentacle came back around in front of her, she wiggled her ass, and then pounced on the end, catching it in her hands. She bit it gently, then licked it several times and took it into her mouth. She sucked on it for a minute or two, then it pulled out of her mouth and moved.