And pissed me off."What did you call me?" I called you Dan. You're not acting like Jessa. Jessa understandswho we are. You don't so you must be Dan... Although, to be honest,you're not even that. You're not the person I married." I grabbed mybreasts with both hands and smirked. She didn't laugh. "I didn't sayman. I said person. Asshole." What does that mean?" The PERSON I married wouldn't use the phrase Suzy Homemaker. ThePERSON I married didn't think husband and wife and his job and. As distracting as they are, I know that my final destination lies lower however, and I soon end up on my knees.My tongue finds your clit while I work a finger into your juicy pussy. You moan loudly as I wiggle that finger, searching for your G-Spot. Soon I add a second and a third finger. You have your first orgasm of the day with my fingers buried in your cunt. I give you no time to recover as I continue my oral assault on your clit.While I eat your pussy, I’m undoing the button and zipper on. “What about the two of you? What are your limits?”The flatmate spoke up in a quiet voice.“If you are ok, I am ready to do anything.”My friend and I exchanged a glance. This was the second or third time she had said that. She was either too embarassed to voice what she wanted to try, or she had something so outlandish in mind that she was trying to ease us into it. Or most likely a mix of the two. I kissed the flatmate’s forehead softly and she sighed.“You know, she and I have done a lot of, uh,. We were raised to be open minded but weren’t as liberal as some of our friends. Because I was a swimmer, I didn’t get involved in a lot of the stuff a lot of high school kids got into (when you have to show up and swim several miles starting at 4:30 in the morning you don’t stay out as late as you might otherwise). I’ll try and show how this is important to my story as we move closer to that life-changing party! Well, I tell you I loved New York. It was the late-80s and I was pursuing my dream.