But before I could even make a noise, I felt a wetness against my lips, as if it were forcing my mouth open, and then a crimson liquid being forced do...wn my throat. It didn’t take long before my hunger took over my body and forced me to drink from whatever was trying to help me. Minutes ticked by, and my strength was gaining quickly. As I could feel the warm liquid rushing threw my body, my eyes snapped opened to see what had ahold of me. A loud hiss left my lips as I seen something that I had. ” I just laid my head back against the couch and moaned. I thought to myself, “It won’t last long with that death grip you have on my cock.”She slowly unbuttoned my shirt, kissing my chest and licking my nipples. She kissed her way down to my stomach and then crawled off the couch onto the floor while trying to keep her lips in contact with my skin. When she was kneeling before me she looked up at me and gave me a devilish grin.“Let’s see what we have here” she said as she went to work on my. “So, seriously, would it be so bad being married to me?”Considering the main immediate benefit - sex without having to go to confession - the answer was a resounding ‘no!’. But the practicality of the matter was that I couldn’t afford a wife. I was barely going to be able to afford college and medical school, and I’d have to borrow a bunch of money to finish.“Whatever else I might think, it’s not practical and you know it! First of all, you need to be eighteen, though it wouldn’t surprise me if. He asked the bartender what I ordered and got one as well. I told him they're good and he tried it. I noticed when he was looking at me, he looked at me the way a man looks at a woman when he wants to fuck her. We chatted for a little bit and had a nice private table where we could chat. He was very heavy handed with his flirting. I wasn't as drunk as him and I'm not sure if he was looking for anything but it got really obvious when he said he didn't bother bringing a date and asked me where.