.." Tell Me about My pussy, how good it feels, how much you love it" She demands.And you are only too happy to comply,"Ma'am, your pussy is so beautif...ul, I love how it feels in my hand, on my toungue, surrounding my dick. It smells so good, musky and powerful, like you are. It taste so sweet, I love when you let me taste your pussy. It my favorite thing of all, sucking on your clit and feeling you shudder as I do what please you." you tell Her, speaking from your heart.Her pussy tightens around. . Come on now... you're not crying are you?" He brushed my locks away from my face and caressed my cheek."No, not really, Joe." I nearly sobbed in my shock. "I'm alright, I think," I whimpered as I finally took the drink and took a hard pull on the straw. I edged over to my desk and blindly rummaged for my Oscar.Joe watched with a funny looked on his face."Do you smoke, Chrissie?" "Listen- Joe. I'm okay... really, I am. You're a real sweetheart and I've always thought so, but I've got to get. ” His fingers reached down and gently stroked my hair, but instead of going to his cock I slipped down and under his balls. With my head almost upside down I pushed into his taint, tasting his most intimate of musks. “Oh, shit… shit, that's good… Do it… Yes...” I continued to lick, shifting back toward his ass. “No… Oh, no… Oh, God… Please… later...” Later, huh? I stopped and managed to stand up. I kissed him again, grabbing his now leaking cock and giving it a gentle squeeze or two.. “I am so fucking nervous,” I remarked to Jim.“I bet so,” Jim replied. “What’s your plan?”“Watch,” I replied. I stood up and stretched my arms out, my breasts pulling at the fabric of my shirt. A young guy, probably a high school kid skipping school, skated by and slipped off of his skateboard, which went sailing across the concrete and into the grass. He glanced in my direction and smiled. There were three college-aged guys sitting on a bench under a pavilion. All three of them were trying to.