"Is that short for something? And I gotta tell ya with a name like Dave it's not looking like the whole thing is going to be pretty." Nope just Dayv. ...Its not spelled D-A-V-E. My dad figured since it couldn't sound feminine it might as well be spelled a little girlish." He nodded solemnly as if I had just explained bio-nuclear warfare. "That's cool do you wanna dance?"Not that I want to relay heavily on stereotypes but where I come from white folk can't dance. Oh they can dance in their on. Your fingers pump me hard, pushing against my rectum. Your tongue sucks and nibbles my clitoris. I push your face into it, showing you how much I love it. Without any warning, I begin to tremble; my pussy begins to flood with my sweet cum. You move your tongue back to my hole, lapping at the juices that had just appeared. You just love the taste of it, slurping every last drop from me like it was going out of fashion. You ease your fingers out of my ass, and with one final slurp at my juices. She really frightens me. I knew Lauren was really in for it!“Good, No witnesses”, Mrs. Miller’s said. Those last words were branded in my mind as Lauren was about to get a branding on her ass. Mrs. Miller would give her a spanking that would have her still standing after they were done.After considering going over there, remember, Mrs. Miller scares me! Still, I gathered up my courage and walked over to the Miller House. The reason I think I went over to see Mrs. Miller was I felt badly for. I began to flick my tongue across her clit. I was using the wide flat spot of my tongue to that I had maximum contact on her now. Her knees came together on either side of my head so that I couldn’t turn at all. She was locking me into the spot she wanted. I had no control over my head now with the exception of how fast I flicked my tongue.Her knees became even tighter. I could hear only muffled panting and moaning from her mixed in with the occasional curse words of bliss. I began to.