I had a few drinks and then we ate. I ended up visiting with almost everyone and was actually having fun. Then, as the day drew on I knew it was time ...or me to be going. Several of the people had left already and it was getting late.Greg had been keeping my drinking glass full all afternoon and when I got up to go to the bathroom prior to leaving I found out that I was quite woozy. I knew that I had too much to drink and didn't know what to do. I couldn't drive home like I was. Greg must have. I remember walking there and feeling so wet. My heart bumping in my chest. Shy, tense, all at the same time.Then a red car pulled up and he opened the window and he said: Manon? And I just nodded and went in his car. He asked how I was doing and I couldn’t really react as I was so tense. Didn’t ask any question back to him. But he seemed relaxed. He put a hand on my leg and moved towards my pussy. I got a red head. Didn’t know what to say and do.We stopped 10 minutes later at a quiet spot (but. I continue to tease you with my tongue, a flick here, a nibble there, always leaving you craving more. I lovingly trail my tongue over your smooth balls, taking them into my hot mouth one at a time, rolling them around my tongue. My tongue continues to travel downwards, running along your perineum, darting against your puckered hole. I hear you gasp as I gently probe your hole, holding you apart with my hands. I reach down between my legs, coating a finger in my juices before gradually pushing. I was serious.. No- Well, almost… Ive only been with a couple of guys , when I was in school… Almost only counts with horseshoes— or hand grenades.. She laughed at that one, and seemed to relax more. Lets just say Im very inexperienced , and leave it there. I stood at her head, and massaged her temples , and lay a wet folded rag over her eyes.. Moving to her neck and collarbone, I could sense a change in her breathing. She asked if she might have a glass of wine. I bought that with the tip.