As the next girl came out, the men in the front row all got up and walked towards an exit to the side of the stage. A bouncer stepped aside to let the...six men inside. I was intrigued so I made my way over. As I approached the bouncer, he put his hand out. “Private!” was all he said. I discreetly slipped him a hundred dollar bill and made my way inside. I entered a small dimly lit room, with a large red curtain at the other end. I made my way over and peaked through the heavy velvet folds. There. Finally she decided she was ready for something else and she wiggled until her pussy lips spread across my mouth and her clit touched my tongue. “Use your tongue and take your time,” she said. “Do a good job and you can drink my juices.” Willingly… no eagerly I pressed the tip of my tongue to her tiny wet pearl and circled it slowly. I dragged the flat of my tongue across it, and she purred like a kitten. I licked and lapped at it for at least 30 minutes and was rewarded when her pussy began. My love for Cody started in my freshman year in college. He’s a gorgeous American Indian 6ft, 165 pounds of pure sculpted manhood. With his dark black hair tucked behind his copper color ears, he posses a raw beauty that very few men own: the kind of beauty you find in nature. From Cody’s commanding strength to his tranquil demeanor there will never be enough picture frames to capture his true sprit. Cody made my freshman year sheer torture. He would walk from the dorm showers back to his room. Harbaugh know you’re back here?’ ‘Yeah, she said it was okay.’ ‘You’re staring at me.’ Kathy blushed. ‘Is there something you want?’ Michael wiped his hands on the back of his jeans—a habit of his when he’s nervous. He stood and admired Kathy. She had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever known. No one came close to Kathy. But for Michael, she might as well have been on the moon. He and Kathy came from different places. They had different values. He always figured Kathy wouldn’t give him.