At your place or Jack's?'"We argued about it, Ali. I guess it's the closest thing to a fight we've ever had. I wanted to live with him in Orange Count... so he could be close to his office. He said the commuting was much worse coming this way, so he insisted on moving in with me. Do you think I did the right thing? I still feel badly thinking of him with that long commute every day. There are compensations, though. It gives me some time to clean the apartment, prepare dinner, and get ready for. I had licked assholes before, but none on a first date. I prefer shaved or waxed but have encountered hairy ones. But none were like this.I don’t know if I hesitated a noticeable amount of time, but she didn’t comment on it. Angling my nose toward her tailbone and trying to maintain my balance on my knees as I leaned over her, I pressed my mouth to the target, extending my tongue into the tangle of fur.The taste of soap suggested she had recently bathed, but her natural flavor was still. Finally, he hit the back of my throat and then slid past it without a pause. My mouth was stretch to its limits and my eyes were watering, but he kept going and I didn't stop him. I wanted him to keep going, I wanted his entire cock in my throat. Finally, his balls hit my face.'Oh my god,’ I thought. ‘I did it.' He pushed in the last inch and his balls rested on my eyes. I couldn't see anything. Richard held it there for a long while. Then he pulled it out ever so slowly. I gasped for. Dave started rubbing my clit and I felt it thicken and push out from its hood under his manipulation. By now my pussy was very hot and wet and I was finding it increasingly difficult to follow what was being said. I remember hearing Bob tell Brian to stop the car. I felt the car come to a halt, then Brian turned and looked at me, sitting back with my legs wide open and my tits hanging out of my dress, while I sprawled against the seat and allowed myself to be sucked and fingered by two young.