The word of a crazy, bi-polar, probably psychopathic cunt herself, however, was not all that confidence inspiring. Her son Brad and I were little more... than fuck buddies, and only on a few occasions. I honestly doubt he would even have remembered my name. He was a player in the truest sense of the word, and in a high school of over a thousand girls, he must have dated at least forty of them, and fucked well over two hundred. I couldn’t help but remember with a hint of amusement when I saw her in. His rough strong tongue put pressure on my outer cunt lips, stimulating the flesh underneath. I shot right past the arousal stage, straight into the early stages of a rapidly building orgasm. But that was nothing, when I reached down and spread the outer lips and he made direct contact with my clitoris and inner lips the sensations were insanely intense. The course texture of his tongue on the sensitive inner flesh was sort of a seriously erotic torture. It was almost more than I could stand. I. Right from the start I notice how nice and friendly he is. He invites me to have dinner with him because he realizes I am hungry and tired after riding all day long. I accept and we eat together and chat a lot about ourselves. He tells me he likes bikers, he finds them sexy. While we are talking I notice that he often looks at my crotch and to be honest I like the way he looks at me. My cock comes to life and my tight pants don't hide anything. Finally he shows me the room where I will sleep. "Holy, holy shit!"I smiled. "Find something interesting?" What an understatement! Holy cosmic catastrophe Batman!" Jim replied, trying to use some humor to take the edge off his worry."Well, that's just the way life is sometimes, Robin..." I replied. "What's up?" Kyle and Brianna. They twisted the slip channel before they snapped it, twisted it big- time. They didn't know! I don't think they knew what they were doing..." Huh? How bad could it get?" I asked, not really understanding my own.