“Great.” I thought to myself. An evening with the television and myself as company stretched out in front of me like a long motorway. I drank the ...ast dregs from my pint glass and was about to leave when I noticed at the other end of the bar was sat another delegate obviously as bored as I was due to the fact she was staring into her glass and looked at least a million miles away. She had shoulder length blond hair and looked to be my age, about mid thirties. She was dressed in a blue business. You bring me to ecstasy almost instantly and then stop. "Eat my pussy" you command. I drop down to my knees and kiss your body on the way down, stopping to worship at your nipples, only to have you force my head down between your legs. My nose is tickles by your beautiful petit bush as I lick your soft lips. They are very wet and sweet with a hint of sweat. As my eager tongue parts them and enters your pussy your juices becomes salty. And more plentiful. I suck at your clit hood and feel it. Is she trying to tell me something?1. She likes me.2. She likes having me tell her what to do?3. Why is my love life so fucked up?a. Why do I let them treat me like a kid? Do they all see me as their baby sitter and nothing more?1. Why did Karen play that horrible trick on me on New Years?b. Why can't I have a normal relationship where we are both equal?1. Alice is great but she treats me like a younger brother.2. Becky and I were equal but we've become strangers.3. Ann was on again, off again. I was pleasantly surprised that news of my wealth hadn't leaked yet, either from these three girls, their parents, anyone from the bank, or God knows who else who might have acquired knowledge of it. I was glad that everyone was doing so well at keeping secrets. Of course, these girls very much wanted to stay on my good side; that was obvious from the VERY attentive way they treated me since learning I was rich. They'd all proved their interest in me before learning of my wealth, so their.