Vicky wondered, when John had bought this present for her how did he imagine, how would he demand that she would use it. They had laughed about so man... things in the chat room.Would he, as usual in the chat room, want in her undies straight away? Perhaps he would want her naked. Maybe he would be considerate as she knew he could be if his horniness didn't rule everything he did. “Vicky” he would say, “do what ever you want, it's your gift”.In her imagination she saw them in a car, in some. I could see her doing the mental math, trying to decide what she could give up. Like most users, both she and my sister were also smokers and drinkers. These secondary vices weren’t as enjoyable as heroin, but were cheaper, more accessible and didn’t interfere with normal everyday life. Even though dope was preferred, deciding on a week’s worth of smokes in exchange for one shot in the arm was at least up for some debate. It also showed that she had made some progress being clean, the urge. Tell me why you’re pouting.” Her sensuous lower lip pooched out so pitifully, I had to lean to her and kiss it! She had me literally by the short hairs, I knew it, and I think she knew it. I also knew I would have to polish my wits if I hoped to ever hold my own with her! She nailed my hide to the wall when she said, “Fact one, you’ve let other women stick their finger up your butt. Fact two, you said you enjoyed it. Did you love them more than you love me?”She looked heart broken, and I still. I started kissing her ears, sucking her earlobes, kissing her neck, her shoulders her arms, her armpits, her boobs, her nipples. Moving my tongue on her boobs and going to her stomach and from stomach to her belly. I kissed her belly and licked it for a few seconds.Now the time was to kiss the lovely honey pot. From her belly, I shifted to her toes and kissed her toes and sucked them. My hands were on her thighs and I was feeling her soft thighs. My tongue was making her toes wet and now moving.