My words of consolation do not arrest the trembling. Yet, given the opportunity to once again explore between her thighs, I know I would find her essence to be gushing with the intensity of the odd arousal she experiences.
I close the doors, press the appropriate button. Symbolically, in Sunny’s mind, it is the longest ride of her life... and, as opposed to her truck rides, her tongue and lips are unencumbered.
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Knocking on the appropriate door, there are two and I hope I have selected correctly, I hear motion in response. Sounds, the source not precisely discernible, suggest someone is responding. One moment, two, more time than expected. Finally the heavy barricade swings on its hinges. I stand next to the front segment of the frame, gently caressing Sunny’s right breast to console
