Melissa Corrigan, 30 had shoulder-length blonde hair, small A-cups, and a smattering of tattoos here and there. Most of the visible ones were on her a...rms and back, shapes and symbols, some wrapped around her arms like a bracelet with meanings only known to her. She was a rock chick who bar tended in the evenings and when she wasn't bartending, she was playing the drums in her all-girl band "Tie-Died Pussy"Gretchen Charles was 25, tall and thin with B-cup breasts, long brown hair, and severe jaw. Frankly, I find this as appealing as admiring my turds in thetoilet!She simply swallows. Allowing a few seconds for me to regain composure,I'm soon escorting her to the door, with a Tiffany's box in her hand.I'm as solicitous as when she arrived. No more, nor less. Kiss on thecheek, avoiding her cum-spoiled mouth.This sort of thing (unsolicited cocksucking) happens in about half ofinterviews that reach this point. By the time a girl tries it, I'm notlikely to change my mind. But I don't. Claire proceeded to say that Bobby pulled her close to him as he pinched her nipples and asked her if she ever been with a black guy before in which she replied no. "But you do want this cock, don’t you?" he inquired. She could feel the heat emanating from in between her legs as he smiled while he still pulled at both her nipples. “Erin, he was always nice and respectful to me but at that moment, I don’t know if it was the alcohol, he treated me like a cheap whore and I loved it!” I wanted. “Vic,” they chorused, and Amanda continued, “We were just talking about you.”We exchanged banter for a minute or so before Amanda said, “What would you like to eat?”As she said it, she glanced at her sister.“I would like to eat you,” I said softly, hoping not to sound perverse, and sure enough they giggled and accepted it as just more banter. But it was out there now, in their memories, our memories, to be mulled over and scrutinized, analyzed and interpreted.The conversation moved on to a food.