At night she could wear a dress and sit with the door open with her sitting turned on the seat, I could kneel and eat her. She said I would enjoy doin... 69, again she had to explain it to me saying it was awesome and I would enjoy it, but we shouldn’t try it in the car. As we became comfortable with each other Rose would add a new twist to our love making saying the more I know the more control I would have over my slut whore. Rose still has some concern whether we should be doing this, She just. I was clearly drunk and in no shape to drive.“I can give her a ride home,” Clint volunteered. “I’ll close up. You can clock out and take her home.”I stumbled out to Clint’s car and he drove me back to my apartment.“Do you want to come in for a drink?” I asked Clint.“No. I’m good.”“You sure?” I asked again, this time drunkenly rubbing my hand on his thigh.He looked down at my hand and then back at me. “I’ll come in but no drink.”I knew his intentions. He had just made no secret of them. We. I told him I wanted to measure his cock, and see how big it was so I could remember it when I got older and he was gone. He said I need to get it real hard first, and for me to turn around with my back ot him and stand on my hands, putting my crotch in his face. I did, and he put my thighs over his shoulders and started licking my pussy. He found my little clitty and started tickling it with his tongue, and it felt so good. He leaned back and pulled me with him, and my face was laying in his. I f only he knew which piece I had in mind, pun intended. I sat on the sofa, still wearing the outfit, I had worn in class, only with a black lace bra and panties underneath. Sean walked into what I assumed was the bedroom, and he returned in a tight, black t-shirt that accentuated each and every curve of his muscular upper body while his jeans took care of the rest. He sat next to me on the sofa and we began an idle conversation, as if it were necessary. Then we began the typical.