Absinthe. Real exotic after dinner drink imported from Spain. Van Gogh drank it and it made him go crazy," he quipped and finished off his glass."If t...at's the case," Betty said. "You can just drink mine for me." Now, baby," Bob said and laughed reassuringly. "Taste that stuff. Do you think you'll flip after one evening on Pernod. Goddamn it, I was only kidding."She leaned back and rested against Bob's arm, feeling more relaxed and slightly lightheaded. The drink certainly did taste different,. The soft cotton panties were smooth and sexy. He liked them, rubbing and pulling at them. Suddenly he gripped the back of my neck; he groaned and laughed as he filled my mouth with a wet sticky load.He pulled back as he finished by squirting a long stream right into my surprised face. He left for the bathroom throwing me a towel. I was left here to swallow, then wipe up the rest of the dripping mess on my face and all over the front of my pretty bra. He returned, scolding me for pulling at the. He sucked and gently bit my nipples,he kissed my stomach and made it down to my pubic bone where he was removing my lacy black thong. He kissed the tip of my vagina, then with his fingers he spread me open. He stuck in two of his fingers and forcefully jammed them in while licking my clitoris, my body was convulsing with the rhythm of his tongue. He made his way back up while pulling off his boxer shorts, and the tip of his cock roughly entered me, Oh Fuck! You really know what your doing dont. ‘I’m pretty sweaty for close contact.’ She leaned down and her ice cold tongue traced my lips. ‘You haven’t answered my question. I bet it’s the same thing that chases other guys away, no tits and a 4.0 GPA.’ She was the lit girl, and I was the computer nerd in high school, but we competed for the highest grades and traded places at the top of the GPA list. Now we were graduated, past our eighteenth birthdays, headed for college, and feeling very grown up. At least, I was. ‘What if we go.