Each time she and I spoke my heart would flutter, my brain would shut off, and I couldn’t find my voice. Every time we talked or when we hanged out ...y conversations were always simple and to the point, which always drove her crazy. The last bell rang and I was happy the day was over. I quickly packed up my notebook and threw all my books in my backpack so I could walk home. I just prayed Amanda wasn’t waiting for me so we could walk home together like we normally did. As soon as I left campus. I kiss my way down your belly and start to lick your well used pussy. Normally I love your taste, but I'm not interested is sucking up my own come. Knowing you're sensitive, I start with wide long tongue strokes. Going from just above your asshole to the top of your labia. I leave my tongue wide and soft so I don't put too much pressure on your clit. You feel pretty well worn out, but the softer treatment of my tongue finds a few embers to stir and slowly you build to a small orgasm. It's all. It was probably a wise decision.We drank Pabst Blue Ribbon beer -- a brand I hadn't been aware was still being brewed -- and all three of us attempted (after a few beers) to dance with Amy. Line dancing, like every other kind of dancing, didn't come natural to me, and if I'd have been sober, nobody could have gotten me out on the floor to try it.But it only took three beers to relieve me of my inhibitions. The Pabst tasted kinda thin and watery, compared to the stuff I usually drank, but it was. Everywhere I looked I saw my baby girls. The marks still visible in the doorway where I measured how tall they were getting. Their bedrooms were still set up exactly the way as when they last slept here all those years ago. For the rest of the night and the next morning I just sat there thinking about what kind of monster I was.ChangeSuddenly loud knocking on the front door ended my dreary thoughts. The police were there. Several of them. Quick thoughts of acting like I wasn't home or running.