Her juices were all over her thighs. He kissed down her inner thighs to her knees tasting her cum for the first time. It was tasted like sweet nectar ...nd was something he wanted more of. He then slowly licked up the outside of her legs.He finally moved between her legs. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to taste her. He had been dreaming of this moment for nearly two years and had frequently masturbated over the pictures she had sent of herself. He took the lips of her pussy in his mouth and. ..." Louder, sweetie," Jolene whispered, moving cheek to cheek with thewoman, popping two of the fingers in her own mouth."I...taste...good." LOUDER." Oh, GOD, I taste GOOD!" she screamed, her head falling to one side,away from Jolene's face. "Ohhh..."Jolene leaned over Terry's left breast and took a nipple in her mouth."Oh, yes, you do, my little cumslut," she purred as she moved her tongueover to the other breast. "Now whose slut are you again?" Ohh...please..."Jolene clamped down softly onto. Sheila and I had never spent the night together on a weekday; our times together had always been passion-filled weekends. Not that I'd have ever kicked Sheila out of my bed; she was a very attractive girl and a great sexual partner, and I had indeed got very fond of her. But I mentally sent my girlfriend, who was just the other side of the plywood partition, a 'Good night and sleep tight!' thought.We slept well, although in the morning I had to do some more fast talking to convince Sheila that. Desirée, for her part, had at first complained, albeit meekly, about having to leave her friends and her precious university studies. After all, she was barely into her sophomore year and now she was torn away from all her plans for the future. She had never been close to any boy, never in love, and her music and literature courses helped her compensate for the emotional emptiness in her life. And so coming to Pickford's Meadows had seemed like the end of her world.Until she had met Mark.