She reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled hard. After a few licks, I plunged my tongue into her slit. She quivered, and pulled my head...even harder. I took the hint, and stiffened my tongue - using it like a cock. She seemed to love it, and I believed I found her "special place." Dorothy pulled, I plunged, and things were happening very fast.She finally released my head. I pulled away, and she said, "How about some 69?" No argument from me. We "assumed the position," I submerged. Instinctively, Anne parted her lips and Philip’s tongue slid between them, exploring her mouth urgently. Then she felt his hand slip down to her bottom, pushing the lower half of her body against his. Again, instinct took over, and Anne rotated her belly against his straining erection. By now, her tongue was mingling with Philip’s, and her hand was in his thick brown hair, pulling his head down towards her. She was completely lost in their passionate embrace, and was only dimly aware of both. How he had introduced me to sex and had been so nice about it. How he had made me love to have sex. How he had been the best lover in the world.Then I left the room and went up to my room. Soon, Eric was at my door. He asked to sit and chat for awhile. I had no problem with that. I liked Eric. Then he asked me to tell him in more detail how Mr. Drake had been good to me. I was a little ashamed, but I wanted someone to know how good Charles had been. So I told Eric all the details. As I talked. Don't you understand? He has my parents," said a once againtearful Stephanie.Denise was grabbed roughly by both arms and pushed towards a waiting car.All the way, Stephanie was going on about her parents."Will you stop your bellyaching woman? You're starting to piss me off,"grumbled Paul.Stephanie sulked, but meanwhile, Denise sat quietly in the back betweentwo goons, neither of whom she would like to have met in an alley inbroad daylight, let alone a dark one.Soon, the car pulled up outside a.