I didn't know her name then, and had only our first brief exchange of smiles to base my masturbatory fantasies on. Now, six months later, I have so ma...y more, not that I need them with my new girlfriend. And it's Ashley I have to thank for my new girl. Remembering it all now, I sometimes have to stop and think, which memories are real, and which are inventions of my erotic imagination? She and her dozen friends gave me so many happy moments to remember, and so much to fantasize about, it all. Sometimes I pumped her boobs from below sometime I slap her on her ass. After a vigorous fucking, we both came heavily and I cummed in her asshole. She was moaning and panting. O baby, baby, you are a fucking master, I love to get fucked by you every minute. The cum was draining out of her ass and dripping on her thighs. She said common my dog, dont you want clean your bitch. She pushed me on the floor and sat on my face and rubbed her asshole and pussy on my face. I was drinking and licking. . and a variety of pornography and sex aids littered the area. She made a note to herself to spend some time this weekend to clean up the room and air it out. Heading over to her dresser drawer she looked around for something to put on. All her regular panties were gone she noticed. Only the crotch less and high french cut lacy styles remained."That's weird, could I have used all the others already? I'm sure I did a load of wash just last weekend." Cinching her robe back up she left her room. "Yes."I nod my head slightly and take her advice. I lean forward and gently find her clit again. I start to write the alphabet in cursive on her clit. She immediately moans and moves her hands to her breasts to squeeze and pinch her erect nipples. I move my tongue faster in cursive and she gasps slightly. She moans and moves a hand down to my head. "Right there...yes."She moans softly. I eventually stop writing with my tongue and just move it over, up, down, around and across her clit. Anything.