She held my hair and pushed my face fully in to her cunt. I was licking and sucking like a dog drinking milk. She became ecstatic and I did not stop e...ating her pussy or pressing her breast. Now she had an orgasm and filled my face with her sexy juice. I didn’t give up and drunk all the juice and licked in and around her Clit, Vagina and pubic hair.This is the first time I cam to my sense and started thinking with in the past 20 minutes. I was feeling guilty about our relationship. She is my ‘s. We are.Those times were puntuated with the freak shows we'd given on an AmTrak train to see his mother, the ten minute doggy style bangfest in Trump Tower elevator, servicing my man in the back of a chartered bus on the way home from a church outing, the near-miss hit we both took doin' it on a Macybed in the bedding displays, and three times in a portable stellaruim in a science museum in Queens.All those times, we'd either not been or nearly been caught, save one: When I came up for air while. The rest of this story is about the woman who is the second reason I say that I'm one of the luckiest guys in the world.As I dropped the kite bags behind the back sales counter Stan walked over followed by a lady who was looking at me kind of funny. She was brunet, about five foot four, somewhat on the slim side, wearing a pair of dark blue mid-length shorts and a baggy T-shirt with the city's logo on it. Her hair was a short brown curly cap on her head. I've stopped trying to guess a woman's. “Good for you, Ryan,” I said coldly. “Don’t start this, Becks. I really don’t wanna get involved with you’re psycho rants anymore. You’re so fucking annoying, Becks. I cant believe…”I hauled off and fucking hit him, square in the face. I don’t think I had ever been more mad in my entire life. I had been called psycho countless times but never by Ryan. I looked down at him. His nose was pouring out blood. I had really hit him hard. “The next time you call me that… I’ll kill you Ryan,” I said as.