He can also shoot it on your tits where you rub it all over your chest; or he can give you a cream pie, that is a facial. And that is what you will ge... tonight. I will give you more instructions a little later.She looked up at me and smiled as I had suggested to her. It was a genuine smile of a slut who loved giving a blow job.After a while she started to experiment by bringing her tongue into play. She even tried to deep throats, which ended with her gagging and sputtering.I still had to tell. She packed her depressing life into one small carry-on bag and took what little money and possessions she had with her to go to Boston. Alone and sad, she left downtown Detroit as if she was a Pilgrim embarking on a new life in the New World. ‘Anywhere but here has to be better than this,’ she said in the way that Dorothy Gale said ‘There’s no place like home,’ in the Wizard of Oz when tapping her red, ruby slippers together and thinking of going home to Kansas. Anywhere but here is where she. Sam was not a virgin; she had had boyfriends in the past, though none of her relationships had lasted very long. The men soon had tired of her almost excessive shyness and moved on. She had never had a relationship with another woman though; this was totally new to her. Of course, she had read about women loving each other. Sam kept asking herself how something that felt so right, could be considered so wrong in the eyes of society. This societal view was a large factor in preventing her. "Joan looked at the speedometer. A steady sixty-five miles per hour. "You could kill us." Nope, I've played before." Mr. Experience, huh?" Come on. You're bullshitting me, now off with the pants. Or live with the consequences." What consequences?" Deep in your heart you'll know I know that you were chicken." Damn you, Gary!" she gasped and pushed herself off the seat, and with some difficulty, pulled off her pantyhose."Now the thingy," he said."Thingy? You mean my thongy?" Whatever, take 'em.