He started to kiss my pussy; his tongue ran up and down my labia. He knew what he was doing.“Talk dirty to me, Melinda,” he commanded.I hesitated,... I still didn’t want to do this, but it felt so good.His hand came down on my ass again. It stung. Did you hear me you fucking slut?! I told you to do something and that’s what you fucking do!” He hit my pussy, I was shocked. Some part of me that wanted this said it felt good, but the part of me that was still reluctant cried out in pain.He started. “Let me help you,” she said, bending over him, she took hold of the top of his trousers and underpants. She pulled them down and his cock sprang upright.We both gasped at the same time, he was even bigger than Frank, his shaft as thick as my wrist, his foreskin stripped back and a huge purple head, pulsing and throbbing. It looked like a rod of iron, curving back up, it looked indestructible.“Grandma must have been the luckiest woman in the world,” she said, “were you still fucking her with. We didn’t even hesitate anymore. If I got to class first, Kendra just walked over and sat beside me. If she was there, I sat beside her. And it wasn’t always in the same place. Other students in our class usually arrived after us and decided which seats to take if we were in ‘their’ seats. An occasional glare would make us giggle.“That’s new,” I said pointing at the ring in her nose. She’d had a little dot on the side of her nose, but the ring was a new addition.“I got bored this weekend and. She became a lot more than a pain in the ass to me a long time ago. Something about the side of her I didn't get to see until after I claimed her. You never really know a woman until you've slept with her. Bertrand Russell got that right," I remarked.Just then, the doorbell rang and Cheryl rushed to answer it, finding the Chinese food delivery guy, who was more than a little petite, androgynous, even. He carried the food daintily for a delivery boy, and Cheryl had to practically grab it to keep.