How does she compress time, to make me feel four dates in the space of a few hours on what is really our first date? How does she make time move as sh...e wills it? She turns a closet into a root cellar, the inside of a closet into a farm house from a century earlier? How does she make time stand still, a three hour date turning into a full day, and yet each minute containing a lifetime? She commands time, it seems. She possesses magic.Does her magic allow her to see through my armour? Does it. Pull off your shorts.” Reluctantly I stood and let my gym shorts fall down around my ankles. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said with a shake of his head and a sigh. “Let me make sure that I understand what this is all about. Even though you wear girl’s panties and suck dicks you’re not a queer, you’re a cocksucker. And there’s a difference between a cocksucker and a homosexual,” he said thoughtfully. “Yes...we both suck dicks but a homosexual wants to marry his dick but all I…a cocksucker…wants. Nooit sprak ik daarom af, tot die ene avond. Mijn geilheid won het van mijn aarzeling. Hij woonde dichtbij, zijn pik was geschoren en zag er lekker uit, en hij was maar een paar jaar ouder dan ik. 'Ik doe het gewoon', dacht ik. Ik verruilde mijn badjas snel voor kleding, trok mijn schoenen en jas aan en ging de deur uit. Google Maps leidde me naar de flat waar hij woonde. Het was frisjes die voorjaarsavond, maar dat ik sidderde kwam door de opwinding. Met een licht trillende vinger drukte ik op. I had them spread eagle apart pulling that head into my wet juicy morning pussy.”Ahhhhh Keith,” I softly moaned eyes still closed.A tongue slipped around my pussy lips. They took them in between their lips pulling them from my pussy. My hands rubbing at the head between my thighs. I suddenly awoke from my sleep as I opened my eyes.I looked down to see Megan hungrily lapping at my pussy. The slut in me didn't care. I pushed her head harder into my pussy. Her tongue searching deeply in my wet.