It was nubby and hard, swollen like a little bean. I stroked it with a feathery touch and she began writhing her hips. I slid one finger into her ri...ged cunt and it was sopping with love honey. "I gotta taste you" I said as I moved down from her chest to her tummy."Oh no - I've never had anyone kiss me down there" she said."WHAT! You've never been licked?" I asked, amazed."Oh no, Mike never does that," she said. "I know some people do, but I've never had it." Well, tell me to stop or I'm. She could guess what he was thinking. One of those goth type girls, the tattoo a provocation rather than an invitation. To actually do the deed, well you just didn’t, you couldn’t. By the look of her she’d probably crush your nuts if you took the words seriously.The men never took it as the invitation it was. Well, once, it had happened once, and she’d craved the thrill ever since. Perhaps she could make him understand. It wouldn’t be difficult. He could see she was looking at him, just as he. I could now see her dark slit, crowned by a neat dark triangle. I looked up at her face and masked though it was, I saw a glimmer of emotion as she slowly nodded. My mouth began to water as The Cat maneuvered herself onto my mouth.Slowly I started to lick her fleshy pussy. I could not part her lips myself but after a few moments of being teased by my tongue, The Cat obliged. She had long fingernails coloured a pearly violet and as she spread her labia I saw her clit. I always long for this. ”“Fucking skank-ass titty-poppers think they own everything” Al agreed. He was in his 30’s, and shared Todd’s unquenchable disdain for the Feminist Party.“How ‘bout you, smalls?” Todd looked over to Jessie. Jessie hadn’t expressed the same vitriol as the other two men, which didn’t sit right with Todd.“I think it’s way past time we did something” he nodded to Todd and Al. Chicken liver, I bet.“It’s like Antone said-”“Man, fuck that guy” Todd interrupted, reaching for another smoke.“He’s a smart.