The smile on his face gave me the answer, as did the hard squeeze of my ass cheek. I gave Marty a hug goodbye, and Clint and I walked out of the bar,...hand-in-hand. We stook outside the door and kissed hard. Our hands were all over each other. As Clinton buried his face in my neck, I saw that two of our former "audience members" were watch us through the window. I was sure to make eye contact with them, before taking Clinton by the hand to the alley. With his hand on my big ass cheek, we walked. This is what the sorority does for girls like me. This is the feminism we practice here. As for the cult ... that is a different story.” Brandon raised himself up to better pay attention to what she was about to say.“This sorority created a hyper-sexualized atmosphere where a guy like you,” she ran her fingers across his abs, “would be with a girl like me.” Lifting her rather modest breasts. “You can’t have that much trouble with guys. I mean, we will pretty much have sex with anyone. Your eyes are closed as you continue to work on me ensuring that nothing escapes. Your lips tight around my cock, your tongue still working on me.When I finally relax, you look at me as you let me go and my length emerges from your lips, clean and wet. You smile straight away, a wicked, dirty smile which only serves to make me want you even more. I kneel down and hold you, kissing your neck and nuzzling your hair. Breathing in your perfume. The forest sounds and smells once again becoming. She demonstrated it time and again: most times wanting soft loving, quiet climaxes, and snuggling; sometimes wanting recreational sex, quickies, fumbling and groping, laughing and giggling - sex in odd places around the house. She’d seek me out and lead me to the laundry room, “The washing machine’s just about to hit the spin cycle. Let’s see what it feels like! Hurry up, Dad!”For three weeks we experimented. I was utterly happy and completely satisfied. I wanted no one else. Sia was.