You ate a big bowl of mac and cheese with a glass of lemonade while we ate steak and shared a bottle of wine. For the next week, she fixed us dinner a...d I was sure she’d never make mac and cheese ever again after that.”“Why?”“That was all you would eat. But she didn’t falter. Then, one night you asked for pizza instead. I thought poor Sandra was going to cry, but instead she smiled really big and asked you what kind. She helped me through a really dark time and gave me the strength to carry on.. Ever so gently but sloppy, with slurping sounds and saliva dripping between my quivering lips… I smell it, I suck it all in and I cant have enough … I want more of it … so infinitely more of him. If I could just get more…. and dipper yet.My pussy is on fire … my cunt ravenous and dripping as I move my lips, licking Master’s small opening. The heaviness is unbearable, the flames of desire leaping through my veins to the tip of my clitoris. I lick harder at Master’s back orifice. The musky scent. I'm being extra careful, and I work from home anyway, so being alone in my home is nothing unusual for me. We all have too much time on our hands right now. I decided to use some of that extra time to think back on my sexual past and share my best stories with you readers.I had just turned 17. My years long secret gay sexual relationship with my best friend was on hiatus, and I was still a year away from fucking my first girl. I was hornier than ever so I decided to try to sneak my way in to. I looked in the womens room and closed the door and looked up at him and quietly asked him if he would care to join me in private. So I stood back as he went in the mens room. A few seconds later, the door opened an inch or so and I slipped in. I went into a stall and sat on the seat as he came in behind me, closed and locked the door. I pulled my feet up and turned my knees to the side to not be seen and he stepped up to me. I pulled him down to me by the shirt collar and kissed him. He was.