Yeah, I’ve seen it. Forget about her, she can’t do the things to you that I can. You know those moments when you look at me, and I’m sliding my ...pen in and out of my hot, little mouth? Well, I’m not attempting to work out the answer to your question. I’m pretending it’s your thick, meaty cock. I can almost feel it, if I close my eyes. I sweep my tongue over the end, I stroke your balls and feel you twitch and shudder. I want to taste you. I want to devour you. I want to drink down your. I missed the yearly cycle of my frequent fucks graduating to be replaced by a new crop of slim eager virgins.I decided to get a job selling African Studies textbooks. It was pretty much all I could do with my useless major anyway. But this meant traveling to different schools every few months, pitching books to different professors and finding a way to sample some of the juicy white offerings available on campus.Now, most schools don't have very big African Studies departments; they have to. I bolted the door and blindfolded her. I placed the cubes on the nearby table and came over her. Placed my hand (which was cold) on her cheeks and kissed her lips passionately and softly. Was sucking them smoothly and she was enjoying that and was moaning softly. Then I kissed her cheeks and then gave a soft bite on ear lobe and whispered baby u never gonna forget this night.Now I slowly removed all her clothes and made her to lie naked blindfolded on the bed. Now I took an ice cube and made it. She decided to drink whisky and cola. Me:’ Make it times two.’ We talked whole night and had fun. We both had two drinks. Carmella:’ I still owe you.’ Me:’ Nahh, you dont.’ Carmella:’ I had something in mind that i think you wont say no to.’ Me:’Keep talking.’ Carmella:’ I will make this night you wont forget.’ I knew what she ment and I accepted her offer. I took her over to my place and offered her a drink. She wanted to drink a cup of coffee. I went to kitchen and made two cups. When I.