.." I said in the sexiest way i could. After kissing a little more he flipped me on my back and pulled my panties off revealing my rec...ntly waxed pussy, so there was just a landing strip there. He kissed from my lips down leaving a trail to my steaming pussy. I started to giggle when he blew on my slit. Then he started to play with mt clit with his tounge, then darting his toung in and out of my pussy i started to laugh cuz it tickeled but then began panting and moaning in. The next couple of years brought the death of my mother and father, who were in the sixties. My father died of a heart attack and my mother died peacefully in her sleep.Fate would play another cruel trick. When my girlfriend was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She found herself in the middle of a bank robbery. The problem was she was chosen by the robbers to be an object lesson. The robbers killed her.It was shortly after her funeral that my son and I moved into a very special. I remember my birth clearly: opening my eyes for the first time deep below the ground of the ashen fields, coughing on the dark soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid body and the Demon characteristics. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my clawed hand broke through the. I got in fairly late, got a room at a hotel near the airport, and the next day drove to the campus. I'd sort of hinted that I was coming, and I put on a nice skirt and blouse to make a good impression.Why not a dress? There's a hierarchy to dressing up, and a dress is "more dressy" than a skirt and blouse, which is less casual than nice slacks, and way less casual than jeans. I think guys know this sort of thing, but I'm not sure. Girls certainly do. Often one of the earliest memories we have.