Not the act of sexual intercourse – that came much earlier. What I discovered was a new relationship with my sexuality that forever changed the pers...n that I am. I know that the real story is not solely about sex. There was so much more than that going on in my life and inside of me. But the sex tells the story better than all those other details could. It is the sex I remember. It is the sex that now defines this period in my life, and it is my experiences with the people with whom I explored. .' Charlie chimed in '...telling him what to say gurl...' She answered '...say "honey, I need a towel"...' Charlie, Daniel and the girl laughed again. Charlie cautioned '...you better do as she said...' downtrodden I had no choice, either as I was told or exit without a towel. I called out in a very small voice '...honey,I need a towel...' Daniel called back '...what you say, I didn't hear you...' Charlie sang out '...I can't hear you...' Again I called '...honey I need a towel...' and again I. He brought the thong to his face, inhaling my tangy passion. He groaned, licking the crotch before he threw my panties aside and stared right at my married cunt nestled amid my dark curls.He had the real thing tonight.“Carter!” I gasped as he buried his hungry mouth into my snatch.I gripped his short, blond hair as he devoured my married cunt. His tongue licked and lapped through my folds. They danced through my labia. I threw back my head, my big breasts bouncing and jiggling as he feasted on. But I don't make the rules. I just make fun of them. But I do have to abide by them."He supplied me with an enthusiastic Letter of Reference. And a final check generous enough I was glad I'd kept my cool and hadn't gone all Johnny Paycheck on the dude. Otherwise he might've given me the other check, straight hours owed and not a spit of severance, and some lie about how all my unused sick-days hadn't actually accrued over the years.Me? I was out of a job. I grabbed my stuff and went out to my.