I’d never even spoken to her but I knew her. Everybody knew her. She had the kind of sexy voice that a gossip reporter might have. Low and self-assu...ed and full of scandal. She sat right next to me in English and all I could ever smell was her overpowering perfume.“Mr Eastwood?” she murmured when Lance introduced himself to the class. “More like Mr I-sure-as-hell-would.”Her friend giggled more extravagantly than the joke warranted. But Rebecca had a point. Most of the teachers at Westfield High. He was uncharacteristically silent one evening after their cook had left for her own home. He kept looking at her as if he would speak, but held his peace. It was almost bedtime before she gathered up the nerve to ask him his troubles.There were so many things that could have gone wrong. He could be upset at her failure to get pregnant, or he might have come to resent her for the loss of his life savings. Thanks to Benjamin’s mismanagement, it would be months before the distillery started. And, let's face it, as a lifelong pussy lover, there have been very few vaginas that I didn't find aesthetically pleasing. Of course, invariably performing cunnilingus typically resulted in 69-ing, intercourse, or at least a token handjob. So the opportunity to test this theory was always (happily) interrupted by my partner physically stimulating me with one or more of her body parts to orgasm.Enter the early 2000's. I was in my early 20's, single and going on a lot of dates. I went on a. MMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! After a good half hour of facefucking my moist mouth, taking a moment or two to smack my lips with his hammer and squeeze more manjizz onto my tounge, he ripped my wifebeater off and demanded I strip for him and put focus on my ass. I slowly took off the remaining garments of clothing I wore until I was buck naked with the exception of my socks. He too was wearing only his socks and fully erect. He slammed into my tight lil’ pink asshole over and over again. Doggystyle to.