"Wal-Mart, garbage." he mumbled to himself tossing the flyer, "You may have just won...ughh. Grocery store ad...gone, pizza ad...gone, customer survey.....geez why do they send all this crap." He went to toss the junk in his garbage but the customer survey caught his eye again. It had written on the top 'For the lady of the house'. This really made him mad. Can't they even send the junk mail to the right places? he thought. "Well let's him some fun." he mumbled to himself. He carefully opened the. A couple of the guys teased me that I must’ve been gay because I wasn’t spending every free moment looking for girls. The truth was that, though I’d only been close to her for three days, ten years ago, I had never, ever met another girl like Emily. If you had asked me if I was still carrying a torch for her, I’d have denied it, but that would have been a lie. You know how memories fade over time, how you can remember what happened, but no longer have the mental picture? I didn’t remember every. We ate in silence and then Fatima break the silence with the second surprise. "Jamie told me you guys have been naughty before he met me." She said, sipping from the drink in her hand. I noticed her eyes were on me again, the strange look had returned. I almost choked on my drink and turned to look at my friend who was sitting back and smiling as if he just won himself a lottery. " I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to lie. "Don't even try to deny it." She stopped me, "I should. I cannot forsake those fingers, that mouth. The sweat pours over my face, the steam swirls all around me, I feel, have felt nothing of her but her hands and her mouth. I can feel the moisture pouring from me now, and she drinks it, her saliva, her sweat, my sweat all mingling in my cunt. Her lips are so full, and her tongue so warm, slowly licking me, all the way from my ass up to my clitoris, but stopping on it, lingering on my clit, then her tongue moving in small circles all around it,.