Have you ever seen an angry woman attacking a man? It’s not funny. It’s damn scary! Guess what? Almost a million men suffer this kind of thing dai...ly. It’s sad but true. What can you do about it? What you can do about is open your mind. When you hear your neighbor and his lady arguing at night, you need to do some thinking. You may think that the lady needs help and that the man is abusing her. You might be wrong. The lady might be attacking the man and abusing him. She might be trying to kill. All I could smell was the scent of her arousal. All I could hear was the splashing as I lapped away at her, and the moans of her pleasure in response. It was intoxicating. Unlike anything I had ever experienced. I loved it.I couldn't really see from my position, but I knew the two BFFs well enough to know that they were looking each other in the eye while my tongue was discovering the flavor of Stephanie's pussy. I didn't have any experience with other girls to compare it to, but Steph was. "Sarah shook her head. "No. I'm sure he'd enjoy it. They both would. I hear the bed rocking and the moans of some woman and see her contentment in the morning after good sex. But it's another way to fill the hole. Unless he found someone like I found you ... But I think he might be too selfish." What would she be like?" I don't know. Somebody strong maybe. Somebody willing to call him on his ... drinking and womanizing." You wanted to say 'shit'."They chuckled. Sarah nodded. "You were right. It didn’t work out that way and I now haven’t been to church since I left home to go to university. I still have some of that horrible catholic guilt that they ram down young girl’s throats. Even though I have virtually no breasts my mother insisted that I wear a bra all the time. The only ones that she could get to fit me were little girls training bras. Another thing that used to annoy me was tights. They always had to be nude colour. I couldn’t see the point because they were see-through and.