“I worked with him after school was over at Schooner’s Department Store. We used to go into the back room and kiss, and he would rub my tits thro...gh my clothes. He seemed kind of interested in me on and off. I started messing with him on and off outside of work.” Shawn gave himself another stroke through his underwear. “But you still saw other guys, didn’t you?” “Yes, sir.” A slight smile touched her lips and her cheeks reddened a little. “He had a big cock. I really started to love to. I drink it down gratefully, not even caring what it is, just happy for the privilege of swallowing whatever this slut is willing to feed me from her pussy. “Oh, yeah,” she sighs, “you like that, you filthy pervert...drink it up.” She pulls her lips open and squeezes out one more squirt. It hits my face, but I’m able to get most of it into my mouth as her ejaculate runs down over my lips. I feel high just from the idea of eating her girl cum. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Staying. I avoided Debbie after that first meeting. Not because I didn’t like her or I was afraid of her, but rather because I was afraid of myself and what I might do or say if I was around her. When I wasn’t working at the library I spent a lot of time inside the house or in the back yard around the pool with the k**s for the first few weeks that we lived in Arlington. Eventually I met Sara Young, a woman my age who also had two c***dren, who lived across the street from us. Sara was an attractive. So Christmas is a real challenge for me. When someone asks what I want for Christmas, my answer is either ‘nothing’ or something very practical like my lovely new sewing machine that the kids bought me this year (for my new business making plus size fetish wear). And when buying presents…well that is a challenge too because usually what I want to get people are way beyond my budget. Not because I want to impress but because giving from my heart is breathing to me. I know we all complain that.