Not quite, but almost.The dog drops down to a lower position, his cold nose up next to her hot flesh – long tongue slopping over it, between her lip... and slipping/sliding deep into it... She lets out a whimper and leans back further until her shoulder blades are on the sheets, her knees wide – her body shaking as he licks her ... Holding herself still, muscles tensed, for as long as she can before the strain gets too great – and she begins to convulse and buck against his licking ... Which. She wanted his thick cum covering her face and then, just like the girl, use her fingers to shove the cum into her mouth so she could swallow his cum. Jessica knew, as her fingers worked her pussy to another orgasm, she wanted to be a slut. She wanted a man’s cock and she wanted to use men for her own desires. To hell with what they called her. She wanted to use men as objects for her own desires. Two weeks after school let out Jessica’s brother returned from college. At first she was glad. She let go, I pressed myface into the floor and raised my ass as far as I could, straining until the pain passed from mydangling balls, presenting themselves for another squeeze. She continued:"Better. But your first response was just lust, and this one, simply terror. I could break you, butbroken bitches don't last long. I need to know your answer is not being given in error."I heard her slinking across the room, and I followed, on all fours, when she beckoned out thebedroom. She led me,. I wanted her to love me.I thought I had concealed my thoughts and feelings pretty well and that mom never knew how I felt, until that day of course. Bobby had moved out of the house and I wasn’t sorry to see him go. Although things had gotten better between Bobby and me but I still hadn’t forgotten all the punches and taunts of “Momma’s boy” he had let me have when we were younger.I was nineteen and in my third year of college. I had picked a school near home. Since Bobby left, my mother and I.