I started fantasizing about meeting her. When we actually met, I almost made a fool of myself.’ ‘You’ve actually met her? Oh my god. What’s sh... like?’ ‘What you see is what you get. She is just the sweetest woman you’ll ever meet.’ ‘I can’t figure out who she is,’ I said, hoping she’d let her silence slip. ‘You’ll remember and when you do, I promise you’ll want to meet her even more.’ ‘I think it’s for the best that we don’t meet,’ I said. ‘I’m having some strange feelings and I’m not sure why.. .. You're my brother's k** ... What is it? Does it give you a thrill?" Yes." What?" I said yes." What do you mean? I—"The girl sighed and butted an interjection as her uncle grew wild-eyed and strident. "—it gives me a thrill!" she barked. Carrie's brow crinkled in a frown of concentration. "Well, not a thrill exactly, but I like doing it. I think it's the power. I know men find me attractive. I know they want me, I can see the look in their eyes and I know they'll do silly things. It's. ‘I’m working.’ I laughed. ‘Who do you think is going to walk in here?’ She considered it only for a moment. ‘Fine, alright. You can buy me a Campari and soda. It’s eight dollars, please.’ ‘I’ll have one too.’ I put twenty dollars on the bar and she poured the bright red liqueur over ice and then filled the glasses up with soda water and stirred them with a long silver spoon. She put the spoon to her tongue and I noticed her full pink lips. She set down the glasses between us, picked one up and. " I grabbed her hips holding her in place, as I went to town on her tiny fun nub. Before long she was screaming "Eat me eat me you bastard make me cum." and then there was a gush of hot pussy juice filling my mouth making me swallow it. She dropped he head to my thigh as she shivered and jerked, as I still kept licking and sucking on her nub. Finally she started moaning like I was hurting her, when she sat up saying "Oh god here I go again, eat me you bastard, your making me cum again with that.