She got into the customary "doggy" style position that Maria liked the best and let her friend push up her skirt and remained silent when she pulled h...er panties down to her knees.She relaxed waiting for Maria to "give" her what she needed. At this point, Angela was not sure if this was really what she needed and she was not even certain which hole her friend was going to enter first. She hoped it would be her brown eye because she had so many pulse racing fantasies about being taken in her. It was my first time drinking hard liquor (I'd had beer in high school) and it turns out I like the taste of vodka with cracked pepper in it.So there I stood, sipping my ten ounces of peppered vodka and listening to two college seniors discussing the relative merits of deconstructionist theory, when I noticed the woman who was standing next to me. I had to look down a bit. She was only five feet five inches tall. Her hair was reddish, but not like mine; hers was a darker, more burgundy-ish. I grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open. She groaned and pressed against me. I pushed the bra out of my way and palmed her plump breasts. She melted downwards, and I had to hold her up with the pressure of my body pinning her to the door. Her tongue fought its way past mine to enter my mouth. I sucked on it while I pushed the shirt down her arms. Her hands grabbed my hips and she tried to find a grip by which she could draw me closer. I pulled her forward long enough to grab the. Both ways.”“That’s hardly his fault, he’s always been two-faced, just because you are always so straight up, Ace, so, well ... so singular.”“I’m always straight, baby, I call a spade a spade.”“That’s the truth, Ace, that’s so you.”“We should be together, always, my dear heart, my sweet princess.”“That would be wonderful, Ace, but you know how it is, my family...”“Yeah, sweetheart, only I hate the thought of you lying next to Jack most of the time.”“You shouldn’t be jealous of Jack, I mean he’s.