Very often she spontaneously open up her mouth and gave me with that a signthat she wanted me to ORDER her to suck (blow) me.She sucked me, licked my ...esticles, crutch and hairy behind as often as Iwanted her to do it and many times a day she begged of me to order her to doit. She loved to lick and suck at my toes (even if that wasn?t my cup oftea) and to wash my whole body from my feet to my neck with her tongue in avery slow and thorough an-hour-and-a-half-process. She called it. " She stated after somesilence and only the tv going on. "I've never slept with anyone in ourschool. I couldn't' even get the chance if I even thought about it."She looked me dead in the eye when she said that I knew she couldn't belying" "Who said..." She looked away again."I really can't remember Donnie, Brad, Jeff I know he talked about howwell you gave blow jobs." Fuck them, I could see her getting pissed again. Do you believe them?" She was very serious at this point."Tiffany, if you. She shivered as my hand glided across her soft, fleshy mound, her swollen pussy lips gaped invitingly. I was amazed how slippery she felt. She moaned softly, as my fingertips moved tentatively along her moist slit. I explored her velvety folds, carefully probing her warm, wet pussy, trying to recall the way she’d fingered herself in front of me last Saturday, mimicking her movements as best I could. Her rapid breathing and gentle moans of delight suggested I was doing ok.“Is that good?” It was. Had something happened to him? Had I done something to scare him away? Or, worse yet, had all this been an elaborate setup to get his revenge on me?I know it sounds ridiculous, especially given the way his family had treated me. That would have taken one huge, whopping conspiracy.Jeff had introduced me to yet another new emotion - insecurity. I didn't like it.Tuesday, no Jeff. I got his roommate. He didn't know where Jeff was. No call. Clearly, something was going on but I had no idea what.I.