Sliding her panties out of the way, I used both hands to gently part her labia. The light pink was what I wanted. I leaned in, tongue out, and tasted ...er intimately. I spread my tongue wide and lapped at her like a dog might, only slower. I got up to her clitoris and flicked at it until I heard her panting again. Then I moved down to poke my tongue inside of her. The intensely tangy taste and aroma was barely distinguishable from my wife. For the next few minutes I feasted on Carol. As far as I. But while much of my sex life is me being dominated, forced, “taken” (and I desire those things like a crack addiction) I want to tell you about the first time I had sex with someone that I wanted. Oh, you’ll see that I did eventually learn to “want” my father, but Jason was the first man I ever “chose”.It was my first semester of college and things weren’t going very well. I had a hard time meeting people and was struggling to fit in. I’d been hit on plenty. I’m 5’3”, blonde, and have always. So we’re a bit short in the supervisory department. We need someone to take a bit of responsibility.’She offered me a brief promotion that would involve running the bar, staying late and generally helping out. It would only be for a few weeks but would look good on my CV.“So this afternoon,” Mrs T said, “if you stay behind I’ll show you a few things.” Again I glanced at her eyes for a coded message, but there was none.By one o’clock the place was dead, all the staff gone home and the guests. I was on the couch, lofing after a good game of pick up b-ball on a Sat. I saw Mrs. Thompsen's car pulling into the driveway, and got up to tell her my mom had gone to her mothers for the weekend. But instead I was faced with a beautiful women, in a fit of rage, drunk, and crying. I was stunned, and she blew right past me into our entry-way."Where is your mother, travis?" Somewhat slurred."Ahhh...mrs. Thompsen, what's wrong, she's gone till tomorrow, are you okay??" I was shaken to see this.