He didn't suppose so, but it was a fucking good thought. He lapped hungrily at the residue of her lust, wishing heartily that he was lapping the stuff...out of her pussy instead of her panties.Was she a virgin? Was she a hot little virgin that had to take care of her cunt by herself? Or was she a fucking slut? Did she get fucked a lot? Did she suck cocks, maybe, or get gang- banged by dozens of young studs?Was her pussy tight?That, under the circumstances, was meaningful to Clay. He thought about. Tarpor ok suiye diye pa duto k fak korlam or gud ta amar chokher samne mele uthlo ami gud e mukh rakhlam gudta puro ros e job job korchilo ami sekhane angul ta puch kore dhukiye dilam ager moto angul ta dhukte r kosta holo an ami dhukiye narate thaklam r maje majhe or naki na mane clit tak r ekta hat diye tipchilam o khub jore jore chithkar korchilo ami dekhlam or gud theke tos tos kore ros beriye poder futo diye niche goriya porche.Ami r thakte parchilam na gudtak chuste suru korlam guder ros. "Are you coming along?" I asked him."No," Lloyd interjected, "we'll go alone. Com'on, they don't like me to be away too long between sets." He grabbed my elbow and guided me out of the room. I was looking at Alan as I was led out. He was grinning knowingly. Personally, I was feeling somewhat betrayed. It was Alan who I wanted tugging my elbow, going out for a blowjob, not Lloyd.In the car, after a few moments of silence between us, Lloyd slid a hand onto my thigh, lovingly, and whispered,. I had performed this act before, and had memorized the unfolding topography of her most erogenous zone as if I was blind man and her clit were brail.“Ohhh---my---god---ohhhh---my---god...” Stephie started to chant in an urgent quiet voice in rhythm with the beat of my tongue. “I didn’t think ... ohhhh---my---god---I didn’t know you---you meant it!”I wondered what she was talking about, and raised my face from her crotch to ask.“I---I---I---was—kid---kidding!”“What? What are you talking.