I moved my tongue and he let out a particularly loud groan. I sank down some more and started exploring everything my tongue could reach.The girls who...complained about giving head were either forced to do it or were doing it to someone they didn't love. There was no way I would ever give this up. It was if I had a direct connection to my brother's soul.I'd heard a joke about how popular a woman was who could suck a tennis ball through a garden hose. I decided to see if it was true.I moved down. The dim light of the interior seemed bright as day to her elven eyes, a delicious scent of food and alcohol was picked up by her sensitive nose and making her mouth water and a mixture of laughter, dozens of muffled conversations and faint music was picket up by her sharp ears.I could really go for a flagon of that dwarven ale right now ... Or maybe three of those. Caevinni greeted the innkeeper – a merry dwarf with a fiery beard – with a quick wave of her hand and retreated to a more quiet. I purposely was late, I was too nervous and embarrassed to face him. I was so beave and brash when I was flirting with him before. It was just having fun then, joking around, but not anymore.As I worked that day, my mind drifted to thoughts of sex, orgasms and cock. As the day moved on, I found that I was less and less nervous and had began to look forward to his return. With each car that passed, I looked to see if it was Jon. My lust continued to build. When he did pull up, it felt like I was. So pickings are slim but to make matters worse most of the ladies are pigs, the girls that are fuckable maybe thirty and probably only a handful of hot ones and they are on the low end of the hot scale. So my college experience was not like most of the rest of the country.My name is Chris and the girl's name is Maura, we met under somewhat weird conditions. There is a punishment discipline system for everything from drinking and fighting, it is a dry campus, to sleeping in or being unshaven..