Stacy, my girlfriend, whispered into my ear, "I want you to go down on me."I looked at her and said, "What?"Stacy whispered with a little pouty whine,..."Eat my pussy Garret. Pleeese." I just stared at her, but she didn't relent. My willpower was all but gone, so I sighed and said, "Okay."As I slid down her luscious body, I felt her hand on the top of my head, pushing me down until my face was buried in her slimy gaping slit. Usually I love to eat my girlfriend's pussy. It's something we do on a. She got another message around noon, from the same number, saying: “I know what you did, and you are gonna need to meet me to discuss this”. Peggy’s heart raced. She was really concerned now. She texted back “What do you want?” The next message was very specific. “I want you to meet me tonight. I will send you instructions. And be wearing what you wore on the basketball court”. “Oh, my gawd, one of the boys is blackmailing me into meeting him”, she meekly told Steve, later. Steve was furious.. "Ruth collected all her inner forces in order to finish what she had started. "I know that you and Gretchen are lovers. That is forbidden," Ruth told her."Oh you do, huh? Well let me tell you a thing or two. The Kamp Kommandant doesn't see Jewish sluts. And he wouldn't believe you. Never! You try anything like that, Bitch, and you won't be getting any clients that will pay your food bill. Not even the nutty ones. Get out of here!" she screamed at Ruth.Ruth left. She pondered for three days. And she even won a “Young Americans Talent Show” , chugging down gallon after gallon after gallon of warm, thick and creamy Kefir Yogurt Drink, on stage, much to the judges’’ delight, horror and amazement. Kim never really thought this fetish would take her anywhere in life, but it was her passion---This weird freaky-naughty obsession and craving that she had, to devour thick and creamy white substances---and she would do anything to get as much of it as she could.She was a girl on a.