I asked why she thought his cheating was her fault.She told me that she was too aggressive with him.I felt as if just saying it wasn't her fault wasn'... enough. I pulled over to the curb and turned around in an effort to solidify my statement with eye contact. It was at that point that I faded. I remember nothing.Next thing I know I'm wearing a light blocking hood and my hands are cuffed in front of me as my body rests on some leather type of furniture that has me in a kneeling position. I moan. ” I asked what else it called. "It's My Muffin." I asked for a dirtier name. She stroked deeper and said "My pussy!” "Yes,” I said, as I rubbed my dick through my PJ's. "How many boys have been in your pussy?"With my questions, she told me she had been with 5 boys and many girls. She told me Steve was the first boy in her and that Kevin was the first cock in her mouth. My cock was now in my hand as she told me her friend Lori was the first to taste her and how they had learned together to use. ..It does though, those cheek kisses are getting out of control. I laughed She looks up at me. Our eyes lock . Come here I smiled, pulling her onto my lap, on her knees she straddling my lap. My hands around her lower back softly rubbing her, she leaned in and we softly kissed, her mouth opened and we made out passionately. She hovered my lap, I held her hips pushing her ass down to my lap. When her ass touched down she moaned In my mouth. My hands ran up and down her back and sides. Then to. While our kisses might be excused, I knew most people would consider this kiss and skin contact taboo. Our sexual contact excited me like few other things I'd done in my life.Instead of lunging for a tit with my mouth or groping her with both hands, I picked up the demi-glass of liqueur we hadn't consumed. I held the glass above her extended breasts and let a few drops splash onto her chest and form a few rivulets that ran down the upper curve of her breasts to her nipples, and then dripped on.