My fingers moved faster on my clit. He took a step forward and his erection bobbed. I squeezed my eyes shut, burning the picture of him like that fore...er into my brain, just before I came all over my hand. ‘Holy fuck,’ he murmured. I opened my eyes again, feeling boneless. He was right in front of me, his hand slowly working his cock. Long and thick, the head of it burned reddish purple. As I watched, drops of precum oozed from the slit. My eyes followed his thumb as it spread the wetness. There was simplyno way to describe the strange sensations of warmth, pressure andwetness as he assaulted me. It felt like my whole being was openingup, and when his tongue reached the top of my slit I wailed at theintense pleasure he drew out of my new clit. It was hard to even knowwhat he was doing as the ecstasy rose and fell between my legs.I couldn't know if it was his skills or the eagerness of my flesh,but I was lost in rapture as he continued. I couldn't help but pressmy hips up towards. Since I only watched ESPN and read the sports section of the paper, I wasn't able to contribute much to the conversation.They'd be going on about some program or policy and all of the sudden ask me for my opinion. I kept my face down in my plate as if I were in prison and mumbled I didn't know anything about it. Finally, Ellen got exasperated with me."Don't you read the paper Johnny?" Everyday," I said. "You are just asking questions out of the wrong section. If you want to know how the Yankees. They roomed together as sorority sisters, then sort of stumbled into having sex with each other one night after they both happened to return home from bad dates….frustrated and horny. After that, they were inseparable, and the nickname took hold….in private, they laughingly claimed that the only difference between them was that Jill’s nipples were perpetually stiff, while Anne’s took a little coaxing before getting hard.Both Jill and Anne were very much into cocks….but after that chance.