Then she said, “In college now?” I said I was about to start this year. “Shouldn’t you have started last year?” she asked quietly. I said ye... but my parents and I decided I should take a year off. The conversation between us died out. We sat there, at the picnic table, having nothing to say to one another. I looked around. She did too. Still we were quiet saying nothing at all to each other. As we looked at all the others at the party they were talking and laughing and most likely having fun as. I tell him she cannot say our speech, she does not even say our names right, only a little close. I try to say to her some of our speech, but she cannot say good. She does not understand how we speak all in small sounds. She does not even understand how it is different between the sounds we make for speaking and the sounds we make for hearing them back and knowing what is before us and around us. Because I can make her speech by playing with my breathing and using their way of making speech in. .i can were the begining of my panty fetish...which later on just had collections of panties from my friends girlfriends...i can say everyone of my friends gf i have tasted their pussy through their panties. actually lived with a friend who happens to live with his gf and along with his mom. loved those days...anytime i have the house to myself i would have wett thongs either with pussy juice or by my loads of my cum not too long after i have cummed on every single one of my friends gf's. She turned red and stood up. With everyone watching her she pushed her skirt back down in place and then walked to the lady’s room. After a few minutes I asked our waitress to go in and check on her. A few minutes later our waitress came back out and told me that it would be a few more minutes. Then she whispered in my ear that she thought that my fiancée was masturbating in the lady’s room. She smiled and asked me if I wanted to order a bottle of wine to celebrate with. I told her to bring a.