With a look of astonishment, Matt sat back. “Pull you pants up. Oh my God, Sloan, you are telling the truth.” “Stand up, Matt Brady.” When he...did, she kissed him. It was a long slow kiss, with her body pressed against his. When she released his lips, she said, “Thank you Matt Brady. Thank you for not having me wear that orange suit here. Thank you for not forcing yourself on me. And most of all, thank you for hearing me out, and giving me an honest chance to explain myself. Lastly, thank you. I hope so. I hope she has a night of pleasure just the way I’m hoping you will.”“Oh, you say the sweetest things. Keep eating me. You’re off to a great start.”I was thinking about how great Tara tasted. I wondered whether it was politically correct to be using dining terms to refer to the cunnilingus we both seemed to be enjoying so. I even chuckled to myself: I was eating her; dining at the ‘Y’; she tasted good; I had a furburger in my mouth; her clam tasted good; I was enjoying a box lunch;. 250 mutual messages - with me (as with everyone) doing most talkingWe have fourty-three pages of those private talks - so some of my messages were very lengthyHer username I noticed at a mutual friend, a very sweet smart lovely lady in the United StatesHer username intrigued me - and I started to tell her my bits of sexy experience in that realmOur mutual friend died very unfortunately in open-heart surgery, no-one had known her bad healthOur mourning we shared in public at the wall of the. It really hurt and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. The hurt subsided after a few moments as my anus got used to the intrusion. He then spit on his dick and pushed it all the way in. I was experiencing a form of shock that I truly could not describe to you. My anus... now, my boi pussy, was so full of his cock that words cannot describe it. I felt his balls slap against my own. The thoughts going through my head right then were, "Oh, my God! I'm owned!"The guy in front of me was still.