Paranormal Nonsense (Blue Moon Investigations, #1)

by Steve Higgs

As they left the room, Debbie leaned forward as if she intended to whisper something to me, but as I leaned my ear toward her unthinkingly, she stuck her tongue in it and grabbed my head while simultaneously grabbing my upper thigh with her other hand. Quite shocked, I leapt from my chair, hit my testicles on the edge of the table, twitched at the sudden jolt of pain in my lower abdomen and knocked over my glass of wine. Attempting to stand straight, not cup my bruised nuts, and ignore the cramping pain in my gut all simultaneously, I watched with horror as Debbie swivelled towards me. She licked her top lip meaningfully, placed a hand either side of her chest, pushed her giant boobs together and slowly parted her legs. If performed by a more attractive woman, the act might have me dribbling and hoping my penis was not straining the front of my trousers. Performed by Debbie, my entire genitalia was hurriedly throwing belongings into a suitcase and grabbing its passport.

Debbie pounced on poor Tempest