Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

I downed a warm slug of my Bloody Mary, wandered over to the stereo and turned up the music. The sweet soul groove of Al Green filled the room, and I just stared into space, sighing heavily. There I was: a sexy single woman, alone on Saturday night with nothing to do.

I’m Lucy Gable, a 39-year-old mother of two, and my entire life was about to be turned upside down.

And yeah, this is how it all began — me pottering around the living room in sexy panties and a camisole, sipping a drink, hungry for something more. Something like a few good rounds of wild-ass fucking with some willing partner, hard and intense enough to break the bed frame.

So why, you ask, wasn’t I out on the town, trolling for action? Well, it’s not as if I couldn’t have scored a bedmate, believe you me. I was still a very desirable woman — blessed with a great body that I have diligently cared for through the years, and a real talent for giving pleasure. I’ve always loved sex, ever since losing my virginity at fifteen, and have seldom had a problem finding a willing guy or gal to fulfill my needs. I was bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and there was a time when I had a steady stream of lovers to keep me warm.

But for the last few years, I managed to clean up my act and be a respectable mother to my youngest daughter Belinda. On most weekend nights I just watched television, then ended up going to bed and masturbating myself to sleep.

The main reason I worked so hard to create a wholesome atmosphere for Belinda, who had just turned twelve at the time my story begins, is because I’d screwed up so badly with my older daughter Melody — who, by the way, had moved out by that time. She left two weeks after her seventeenth birthday, taking her things across town to shack up with a lesbian girlfriend.

It was inevitable that she was going to flee the nest, I suppose. Melody saw me as nothing more than an enormous hypocrite — always getting after her for the way she dressed and behaved. See, she remembered how I was in those days when Belinda was just a baby. Back then, it wasn’t unusual for her to peek into the living room late at night and find me on the floor with my dress hiked up around my waist, riding the cock of some guy she’d never seen before — or naked and entangled in a juicy sixty-nine on the sofa with another woman.

My husband Ed had walked out on me when I was pregnant with Belinda, though I guess I couldn’t blame him for that. He’d already caught me cheating on him three times, twice with women, once with a man — and when he came home early one afternoon from the used car lot where he worked to find me in bed with my gal pal Cheryl, her face buried between my thighs while she fondled my hugely swollen belly… well that, as they say, was the last straw. Only I didn’t know it just then.

Two weeks later, when I got home from the hospital with my newborn girl, mad as a hornet and wanting to know where my goddamn husband had sneaked away to after dropping me off at the maternity ward, I got a big surprise: turns out that while I was giving birth to Belinda, he’d raced right back to the house, packed all his things and fucked off to parts unknown. Didn’t even leave a note.

I’ve never seen him since — and frankly, could care less. Really, Ed’s departure was the best stroke of luck I’d had in ages. At that point in our marriage, he’d become a complete waste of space, in bed or out.

For years after that, I was a woman on a sexual rampage, going to bed with whoever I wanted. Mostly women, but there were a few guys now and again. Problem was, I was setting a lousy example for Melody, who was getting pretty wild herself before she hit twelve. Eventually I realized that I needed to straighten up and fly right before Belinda began to follow her big sister’s example. Oh, I still dated now and then, but for the most part I forced myself into the role of a respectable suburban mother. I was the square peg, crammed into a round hole.

It was never an easy thing, of course. I longed for the crazy hedonistic times when I was a sex freak and proud of it. Like that night at the bar when, in the mood for a kinky dare, I slipped under our table and went down on all three of the ladies who were with me, then tongue-kissed a fourth girlfriend when she arrived a couple of minutes later to give her a taste of what she’d missed. Or that time when these two bisexual cops I used to hang out with fucked me at the same time — one in front, one from behind — then sixty-nined each other while I watched, their cocks still moist from my cunt and asshole.

Those were the kind of shenanigans I’d forced myself to leave behind, and it had been one hell of a struggle. You see, perverted sex wasn’t something I could simply dip into now and again, like making a box of candy last for an entire month. No, when it came to the kinky shit, I was more like the glutton you’d find sprawled on the floor an hour after opening the box, surrounded by wrappers, face smeared with chocolate. I couldn’t be my old, wanton self in half measures — so I had to give it up completely, settling for a taste of vanilla sex every now and then to keep me from going completely nuts.

Trouble was, Melody clearly recognized the slut that still lurked inside me, and she never believed my change in lifestyle, not for a minute. Oh, she knew I wasn’t indulging in the same crazed sex play as before — but she knew how badly I hungered for it, and that only made me seem ridiculous in her eyes. Hell, she knew all the twisted things that got me hot just from snooping through my porno collection, which I could never safely hide from her, no matter how I tried.

As Melody came into her mid-teen years, she became more and more defiant. She made it a point to dress and carry herself in as wanton a manner as possible. Her skirts got briefer, her shorts grew shorter and she picked up a habit of going without underwear as often as not.

Then there was the increasingly lewd behavior Melody was engaging in around the house, seldom wearing more than skimpy panties and a t-shirt, often less. She seemed to get a kick out of practically putting her pussy on display, even with Belinda in the room.

Her actions disturbed me. Not so much because she was being so lewd, or that she was doing it in front of her little sister, but because I found myself so damn excited by her behavior. She reminded me of myself at her age, only she was even sexier than I’d been. I could hardly tear my eyes away from the sight of her cunt when she exposed it. Melody’s slutty attitude had my nerves jangling like a drag queen’s wrists, and she played that for everything she was worth. Sometimes, she’d even go as far as to casually stroke her clit in front of me.

The girls she’d begun to hang out with all seemed to dressed and behave just like she did. Some of her girlfriends were her age, others were older. Whether they were young teens or in their mid-twenties, they all had that certain something that drove straight males of all ages crazy with lust, not to mention lust-besotted bisexual women like me. I was already struggling to be good, and the sight of Melody’s cohorts didn’t help matters.

It was on the first night of summer vacation that I hesitantly let Melody go out with a couple of her older girlfriends, thinking that they seemed more responsible than most of the girls she hung with. I managed to steal a moment with one of them, a cocktail waitress named Karlie, and asked her to keep an eye on my daughter. She just smiled and murmured. “No problem, Ms. G. I’ll take good care of her.”

As I heard the car pulling out of the driveway, I released a deep, shaky breath. Relax, Lucy. She’ll be okay.

Christ almighty, was I wrong. When my daughter finally came stumbling in at four-thirty in the morning, I’d been dozing fitfully on the couch in my bathrobe, waiting for her. When I heard the key scrape against the hole, then turn clumsily in the door, I stood and waited, arms folded and jaw on edge as she shambled inside.

Melody looked as if she’d been through a monsoon. Her hair was awry, lipstick smeared and her fishnet stockings were a ruin. My heart sank at the sight of her. Then as she drew closer, I realized to my horror that her dress was on inside out.

When her eyes lit upon me, Melody seemed not to know who I was — or was she messing with me? I couldn’t tell.

“Hey, babe… y’wanna fuck?” she slurred as she drew closer.

I stared in disbelief, rooted to the spot as she placed a hand behind my head and brought my face to hers, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way between my lips.

I was too stunned to respond at first — and that gave Melody the opportunity to tug my robe open with her free hand, which quickly found its way into my panties. She wriggled a finger into me, and I gasped as I recognized the familiar smell and taste of pussy on her lips.

It was as if my daughter knew exactly which buttons to push to get me hot. Her skillful fingers, her slutty demeanor, the sticky essence of cunt that coated her mouth — in seconds I was so wet that I could hear Melody’s fingers squishing as she masturbated me.

Somehow, though, I found the inner strength to shove her away.

Melody lost her balance, falling backwards and landing with a dull thud on the carpet. She lay there, her dress up, legs spread wide. No panties… golly gee, what a surprise. Even in the dim light, I could see that her shaved pussy was wet.

She blinked, collecting herself, then leered at me. “Oh, so you like to play rough, do you?” she purred. “Well, it’s your lucky night, Mom, cause I want it rough.”

An icy tendril of fear touched my heart. No, God damn it… she can’t be doing this to me. Anything but this!

Melody struggled up on all fours, thrusting her ass toward me, pausing to flip up her skirt. “Go ahead! Spank me! Do it hard, too… cause I’ve been a baaad girl, Mommy.” She reached back, grasped her left buttock and twisted it to one side, revealing the rosebud of her anus.

Staring down at her gorgeous, upturned bottom, I stood motionless, a storm rising beneath my belly.

“Actually, y’know what I’d really like, Mommy? If you played with my butthole,” she cooed, easing a fingertip into her rectum. “You’re waaay into that, right?”

My God, I could smell how aroused she was — and I could also feel my own cunt, pulsating like a heart between my legs.

Fucking tease, I thought. If she weren’t my daughter, I’d… I’d… 

I wanted to slap the shit out of that ass of hers. My body seethed with anger and frustrated lust as I stood behind Melody, drinking in every second of her lewd display, hating and adoring her in equal measure.

Suddenly I realized that, without intending to, I’d allowed my fingers to drift between my thighs, tracing my clit through the front of the gauzy panties I wore.

When Melody saw me masturbating, she laughed gleefully. “Mmmm, yes, sexy Mommy,” she whispered in a little girl’s voice. “Touch yourself… touch me.” Her voice grew shaky as she probed her rectum even deeper. “B-baby needs Mommy to, ooooh, to t-tickle her pussy…”

How did she know me so well, know the things that drove my desire, made my pussy drip? No doubt about it, Melody was every inch her mother’s daughter — and right then, my wicked little girl was playing me like a cheap fiddle.

I was struck then by the realization that, from the moment Melody had entered the house, I’d not said a single word. Like she’d stolen my power of speech, left me unable to do anything more than dance to her tune.

It’s too much, damn it. She’s practically an adult, she knows what she wants — and what she wants is her mother. Have I got to say no? 

Every atom of me was on fire, nothing made sense. I was on the verge of giving into complete madness and reaching out for my daughter when I heard a second voice behind me say, “Mommy?”

It was Belinda! My throbbing heart skipped in mid-beat, and I was savagely yanked back into the real world.

I quickly jerked my hand away from my crotch as if it was red hot, then slowly turned to face my little girl, trying to conceal the emotions that were thundering through me. There Belinda stood in her Smurfs nightie, head tilted to one side as she gazed up at us, a puzzled look on her face.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Backing away from Melody, I managed to stammer out some kind of a response, “Oh, uh, it’s n-nothing, sweetheart. Your sister’s not feeling well, that’s all. You — you need to go to bed, it’s late.”

Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get Melody decent right then, I swiftly shooed Belinda back into her room. Of course, she began hitting me with a barrage of questions — and I didn’t have a single answer for her. I simply told her to get in bed and stay in there until morning, or else.

When I crept back into the living room, Melody was lying dazed in the middle of the floor, fondling her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I moved to where she lay.

“Come on, honey,” I murmured, trying to sound much calmer than I actually was. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Somehow, I managed to help Melody up and guide her down the hall to her room on shaky legs.

When I sat her on the bed she grabbed the sides of her dress, yanked it off and tossed it to the floor, then lay down completely naked.

Melody stared up at me lustfully, her thighs parted. She winked, slipping a hand between her legs. I gaped as she began to stroke her vulva, her eyes burning into mine.

“Mommyyyyy… I’m all hot an’ bo-thered,” she purred as she touched herself, gazing up at me suggestively. “Come play with me.”

I was captivated by my 16-year-old daughter’s raw sexuality. She was one delicious looking girl, lying there in front of me and fondling her cunt. I couldn’t fault anyone for wanting her right then, even myself — but I had to resist, damn it!

I closed my eyes, shook my head in an attempt to stabilize myself, mumbled, “Go to sleep, it’s late,” then practically ran from her room.

Once safely behind my locked door, I masturbated myself into three soul-wrenching orgasms within five minutes, finally passing out in the sweat-dampened bedsheets.

*****

After that night, things were very different between me and Melody. Before, when she flashed her cunt at me or touched herself while I was in the room, it was to get me flustered; to mock what she saw as my hypocrisy. Now my daughter knew that I lusted after her — and she took full advantage of that knowledge, using every slutty trick at her disposal to make me hot.

She kept flirting with me, trying to get me into bed with her. I barely managed to keep it from happening, even though we both knew that, deep down inside, I wanted it. She might have worn down my resistance, too, in the end. Instead, she moved out to shack up with one of the older girls in her clique.

I was relieved — but also, in spite of myself, a bit disappointed. Even though I’d never let Melody have her way with me, I still longed for my oldest girl, to the point of giving her a central role in my masturbation fantasies.

In the following months I grew obsessed with certain kinds of kinky porn. First it was stories and film clips of lesbian incest, then any erotica I could lay my hands on that dealt with sex between grown women and young girls. It was a revelation. Never before had I fingered my cunt harder or more frequently, just to keep myself halfway sane — but it was never quite enough to slake my perverted hunger.

Somehow, though, I still managed to stick to the straight and narrow despite the growling of the she-beast inside me, doing my best to ensure that Belinda wouldn’t turn out as unrestrained as her big sister.

Which brings me back to where I was at the beginning of this story, six months after Melody left — slightly tipsy, horny as a she-goat and traipsing around the house in panties and silk camisole.

Belinda was spending the night with her best friend Mary, who lived next door. She and her mother Janet had moved here the previous summer from Topeka. Mary is a sweet kid, always respectful and polite — the kind of girl I’d always wished Melody would choose for a friend. She and Belinda were practically joined at the hip, even though at fourteen, Mary was nearly three years older.

I wandered around the house, idly wondering if I should put on a porno DVD and get myself off. Or should I save it for later, some kind of reward for making it through the day?

That decision was interrupted by a sudden dose of motherly reality when I glanced into Belinda’s room and caught a glimpse of how messy it was. With an exasperated sigh, I began to pick up the clothes that were scattered carelessly about on the floor, draped over the back of her desk chair, hanging from the knob of her closet door, peeping from under the bed.

When I opened a dresser drawer to put away a couple of t-shirts I’d washed for her the day before, I caught a glimpse of something tucked beneath her folded clothes. Reaching in, I pulled out a thin stack of Polaroid pictures.

I glanced at the first photo, then gasped in complete shock.

The picture was a close-up of a naked young girl, face down on a bed with her ass up. The girl’s hair was bright green, obviously a wig. The next two snaps were close-ups of the girl’s bottom, but in these another female hand was touching her baby-smooth slit. I noticed the wetness that glistened on the lips of her pussy — she was obviously very excited.

When I saw the fourth picture, I nearly screamed.

Sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, with the green-haired girl’s face buried in her crotch… was Mary, the girl next door!

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she held the other girl’s face between her slender legs. She was totally naked except for a black leather collar. The other girl’s ass was high in the air, the photo clearly revealing her hairless cunt and anus.

In the last picture, another woman was partially in the frame. Her leg was propped up on the bed beside Mary’s head, and Mary was running her hand up the leg and staring hungrily at the woman’s lush pubic triangle. This third person looked to be an older female — definitely not a teenager.

I stared at those last two pictures and began to feel myself getting wet. Almost without thinking, I slipped a hand into my panties to explore the heat building in my throbbing vulva. I stared in amazement at the lustful expression on Mary’s face as she gazed up at the woman’s cunt. I saw myself standing over her like that, this cute teen ogling my pussy with a ‘let me taste you’ look in her eyes. I began to lightly brush my clitoris as I became engrossed in this fantasy.

But then nagging curiosity reared its head, interrupting my fingers in mid-stroke. Where had these photos been taken — and what on earth was Belinda doing with them?

I’d never been in the bedrooms of Mary’s house before, but I wondered if these were taken there. Surely not, I thought. They had only lived next door for a few months, and I was still getting to know them, but Janet seemed like such a nice, normal mother — certainly nowhere near as unruly as I’d been.

She wouldn’t allow something like this to go on inside her own home. After all, Belinda has spent the night with Mary before…

Then it hit me.

My god, NO! I thought as I pored through the photos again, examining the back and bottom of the girl who was eating Mary’s pussy. Could it… could that be Belinda between her legs? 

I stared carefully at the image, unable to tell for sure. It had been a couple of years since I’d glimpsed my daughter naked, and I’d certainly never seen her ass displayed in such a lewd fashion. But the girl’s body was exactly her size.

Head spinning, I stuffed the pictures back into Belinda’s drawer, then numbly headed down the hall and out the back door of the house. I stood in the yard, breathing deeply of the evening air, trying to still my racing heart.

It was a warm summer night, and the only sounds to be heard were crickets and a faint sound of cars in the distance. I stood there in panties and camisole, staring over at the lights of my neighbor’s house. What should I do? I asked myself. I drifted over to the fence that separated our two backyards, lost in thought.

I grabbed the arm of one of our lawn chairs and dragged it to the fence, then climbed up to stand on it and peer over. I had a direct view into Janet’s living room through a set of large glass patio doors. All I could see was a long brown couch with a potted ficus plant at one end. No one seemed to be around.

Suddenly I saw Janet as she sauntered into the living room. I was stunned to see her dressed in nothing but a bra and high heels, completely nude from the waist down.

She paused in front of the glass, unaware of being observed, looking back at an area of the room that was obscured from my view. She stood in a rather seductive pose, smiling, clearly enjoying what she saw.

Janet had a lovely body — and despite my concerns, I couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight of her. Especially when she began to dance in a very sexy way, moving to some music I could sense more than hear. Her lewdness made my pussy throb. Unable to help myself, I slid a hand into my panties and began to stroke my clitoris again.

Janet unfastened and removed her bra, tossing it carelessly to one side, then brought a hand up to her beautiful breasts, caressing them, gliding a palm over her nipples. Then she snaked that hand down to plunge between her thighs, fingers curving into her dark blonde pubes. As she stroked her pussy she moved backwards a few steps, then flopped down on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart as she continued to masturbate. Jesus, she was sexy. But where the fuck was Belinda?

As she fondled her cunt, Janet’s gaze held fast to the side of the room I couldn’t see. She was obviously getting off on whatever she was watching — a porno film, perhaps?

The buzzing of crickets was now accompanied by the sound of my fingers, squishing wetly between my thighs.

Suddenly I froze, a chill racing down my spine as I sensed the presence of another person behind me.

I was rooted to the spot, belly clenched in terror. My mind sized up the situation in a split second: there I was, perched on a lawn chair in skimpy underwear, a hand stuffed in my panties, masturbating as I spied on my next door neighbor. Oh God oh God oh God…

I had no idea what to expect at that moment — even then, what happened next caught me completely by surprise.

A pair of hands reached for and grasped the waistband of my panties, then slowly drew them down until they ringed my ankles. I bit my lip, choking down an insane impulse to scream — then I gasped aloud when I felt those hands, clearly those of another woman, fondling my ass.

I slowly began to turn my head, desperate to take a quick look behind me. As if reading my mind, the feminine intruder hissed, “Be still.” Heart smashing against my ribcage, I meekly obeyed.

Well, at least it’s not the cops, I told myself as those soft hands caressed my bottom. I was still staring over the fence as Janet rose from the couch, padded over to the patio doors and drew the blinds shut. The show was over, but not on my side of the fence. There was a woman behind me, and now I felt her hands spreading my buttocks open.

My fear was quickly melting away, overtaken by the thrill of being seduced by a stranger. I waited, body taut as a bass string in anticipation of what this unexpected visitor had planned for me.

Then, this wonderfully warm, wet tongue slowly licked up through my wet cunt and between my cheeks. As I trembled with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, her tongue began to concentrate on my asshole, trailing down from time to time to tease my pulsing slit. It was clear that this woman was highly skilled in the art of oral play.

I moaned as the woman’s tongue forced its way into my rectum, her fingers seeking and finding my clitoris. My body shuddered in ecstasy as I came on her first entry. I eagerly pushed my ass back into her face for more, tightly gripping the top of the fence.

She continued to lick my ass as I rode out my orgasm, those lovely fingers keeping it going, drawing out the pleasure until I saw stars. I found myself resting my forehead against the fence, breathing heavily.

The woman drew away, then took my hand. Without a word she guided me down from my perch atop the deck chair. The porch light was switched off, and I could only detect our outlined shapes in the sparse moonlight, but that was enough for me to see my mystery partner as she lay down on the chair, tugging her skirt up to her waist, the triangle of her pubes barely visible. She spread her legs wide, waiting for me.

I looked down on her, licking my lips. There’s nothing on God’s green earth that’s better than the taste of a juicy cunt — and it had been a long while since I’d savored that thick, earthy nectar that got me higher than any wine.

Carefully straddling her face, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, pausing first to inhale deeply, savoring the musky aroma. She was dripping wet and highly aroused. Wasting no more time, I planted my mouth on her heat-swollen sex for a deep, probing kiss. The woman immediately responded, burrowing her face between my thighs.

Oh, she was a firecracker. Her fingers found my anus and entered, working their way in and out, my new lover going backdoor style on my ass while she ate me. I happily returned the favor, crooking a finger into my mystery lover’s rectum as I went down on her.

She moaned into my cunt, then began nibbling at my inflamed clit. I exploded in a blinding orgasm within seconds. And from the way my new friend squirmed and bucked beneath me, her breath hot and fierce against my inner thighs, I could tell that she was climaxing quite nicely herself.

I gently kissed her clit, then twisted myself around on top of the woman and kissed her belly, making my way up to her succulent breasts. I nuzzled them, licking each nipple in turn. As my mouth wandered up her neck, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her own, kissing me hungrily. My tongue tangled crazily with hers. Finally, our lips gently parted.

My mysterious lover spoke. “Hi, Mom.”

I almost died. It was Melody! My own seventeen-year-old daughter!

I tried to pull away, but she clutched me tightly, drawing my face to hers once more. As her mouth met mine, she forced her tongue between my lips, feeding me the taste of my cunt.

I fought the kiss for a few seconds, but that old familiar desire for Melody was too much to resist. Too much…

I began to respond, my tongue flashing to life in her eager mouth. We made out for a long time, her body grinding exquisitely against mine, our mouths crushed together.

Finally we lay hugging, out of breath, our partially clothed bodies lovingly entwined. As I nuzzled Melody’s neck, I wondered how I had resisted her for so long. Her hands slid down my back to caress my ass, and I realized that, even after enjoying two orgasms in the last ten minutes, this perverse desire for my daughter was swiftly renewing itself. Jesus, I already wanted to fuck her again.

I extracted myself from Melody’s arms and shakily stood, pulling her up with me. “Come on,” I whispered, and we quickly crossed the backyard and entered the house.

As the back door closed, Melody pushed me against the wall, claiming my mouth with hers. I whimpered as her hungry lips moved against mine, her tongue fucking in and out of my eager mouth. My daughter’s crotch ground against me, making my head spin.

I escaped from her arms just long enough to frantically tear off my camisole. Kicking her sandals to one side, Melody smiled wickedly and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it as she stripped off her open blouse, tossing it away. Now both naked, we stared at one another for a long moment. Her eyes smoldered with raw, animal desire, her cheeks flushed, hair mussed. God, she’d never seemed so beautiful.

Our bodies came together in a frenzied embrace. Even after what we’d already done, I was seething with lust!

We kissed passionately, then Melody stepped back and lay down on the carpet, thighs spread wide. She looked at me, licking her lips lustfully, then flicked her tongue. “C’mere,” she breathed.

It felt so depraved, but I couldn’t resist what she was offering me. Once again I raised my leg over her head and squatted down above her face, lowering my vulva to Melody’s waiting mouth.

“God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you, love your pussy so much. I’ve wanted this for ages…” Her tongue slowly licked my slit from the bottom to the top.

I began grinding my wet cunt into Melody’s face, gasping, “Oh, honey — I love you too!” I smeared my juices from her nose to her chin, then back up again. Her tongue flicked at my clit in passing. My hand blindly found its way between Melody’s thighs, and I shoved two fingers into her.

I was rocking atop her face, my breath hissing through clenched teeth while I fucked Melody hard and fast. I still couldn’t believe I was finally realizing my most forbidden fantasy — incest with my oldest daughter!

The very thought of it was enough to set me off all over again. I exploded, clenching and unclenching like some enormous hand as jolts of pleasure ripped through my body.

I don’t know how long it lasted. All I can say is that when I came back down to earth, Melody and I kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, our heated, sweat-glazed bodies nestled tightly together. Then we began making love all over again.

We were insatiable. The hunger and desire I felt for my sexy daughter seemed to consume me whole. We never even took the time to move to a bed, or even the couch — we just fucked right there on the carpet. Finally I dozed off, utterly spent.

Continue on to Part Two