No more parties the next year or ever again.Her mind drifted back to that evening. It had been perfect.She knew that it didn't have to be McDonald's, ...but that it really was the only place. It was a natural. It was "Their Place."They even had their own "Waiter" who kept asking if they wanted refills on anything. He even asked if either of them wanted anything else like apple or cherry pies for dessert.Mandy had finished her serving of fries and was munching on the remainder of Bob's. He slapped. It felt brilliant, sliding each others slippery cock head over the others and mixing our pre-cum and rubbing our hairless balls together. (still love this feeling even today)We played our game like this for a few weeks with a few variations thrown in and our fun filled cock play developed to a new high over the next few months.On Alan's birthday, I was going to give him a present I know he wanted. His present (or was it mine?) to tentatively taste each others pre-cum and suck it directly out of. This is where the term “eating a woman” came from. I was almost devouring you and you were begging for more. You pushed your hips higher and clamped your legs around my head as your moans became sharp whimpers and you went over the edge. You squealed for almost a minute as you juddered through a number of smaller orgasms before you reached a huge, overpowering, body wrenching peak. As you collapsed I eased off and gently lapped up the juices lining your outer pussy lips. But before I could rest. It is something I know about with my studies in English literature. I told her that men tend to regard Jane Austin’s novels as books for women, but admitted to finding a few of them very compelling stories, Pride and Prejudice, and Mansfield Park, in particular. I noticed that Sarah had both of those novels in her collection, as well as some other very classy works. Her explanation? ‘I don’t really care for television, and have always been a reader. A lot of these books are my Father’s, and I.