Bubbles had become a drinking fountain to a man in the desert, and he wasn't waiting for it to get colder. While her clit had had a stronger cinnamon taste, the sugar was prominent in her orgasmic juices, tasting something like hot spice flavor Kool-Aid being drank at a carnival. A very special carnival where the rides were in good shape and the kindly carnies just wanted their guests to have a good time and leave with a smile and a teddy bear as tall as the one who'd won it fair and square. One with a freak show because, hey, political correctness had no place in fun and besides, the freaks were treated well and lived a good life just for sitting around. This was not exactly what Boomer tasted, as he'd only been to a carnival once and it was not like this, but that was the part of everything nice contained in the fluids he consumed as fact as she could dispense them. And, for reasons he couldn't guess, he thought for just a moment "<em>I like the fair!</em>[/i]"<br/><br/>The fair closed down for the night as Bubbles' screams faded into panting and smaller sounds. Boomer cleaned her up and drifted down next her on the bed.