.. then he gradually opened both our mouths wide with his lips and kissed me more passionately then my husband ever had. My arms went around his neck ...as I felt the side of his tongue with the tip of mine ... I had been trying my best all these weeks to try to resist his advances but all it took was one moment of weakness to show the preditor a kink in the armor and he took full advantage.As this 42 year old Mother of two was French kissing a 24 year old very muscular black man I forgot about. "I propose a new rule: Inheritance is through the female bloodline. I'm probably the only one here who knows who is my kids daddy. With the way all of us fuck everybody, I don't think anyone cares. So ... the women "own" everything except men's tools. Quit laughing! Well, we own those too, but that's not what I meant."The paraphernalia: the equipment, apparatus, or furnishing used doing mens activities ... hunting, fishing, saddlery, harvesting, planting ... stuff like that, belong to the male. Using the broad, flat side of my tongue, I stroked the full length of her furrow, from the very bottom all the way up to her clitoris. As it moved softly over the surface of the little sexual bump, she gasped and jerked her hips. Putting both hands down to my head, she twisted her fingers into my hair and murmured, "Ohhhh... oooooohhhhh... Joe... Oh god, Joe." I continued to lave her clitoris with soft tongue strokes until her hips started squirming and moving up and down in response. As her. One bolder girl finally cleared her throat and began, "This is a lot to take in on such short notice. You are asking us all basically to learn to be well-paid sex workers, and to plan to keep doing this for the foreseeable future. I can't speak for the rest here, but I didn't come to college to learn to become a prostitute. I came to get an education!" She seemed to gain some courage from her initial outburst."Also, you talk a lot about GIVING us all this training; but, there has to be some.