I moved her to the bed with and lay her out. As I climbed onto the bed I hesitated to move over her. I could not resist any longer. I just had to know...how she tasted. My head moving between her legs before she understood what was happening. I touched her sex mound with my mouth and I lost control. Tongue and teeth ravaging in her pussy as if I was just now getting my first ever taste. It took me a moment to regain control. As I slowed and worked myself into rhythm; I then added one finger. He's fixed, you see. I got him at the animal shelter. They're the ones who insisted he be neutered before I "adopted" him. Well, I got him for his nose and neutering him didn't hurt that any.By now I'm sure you think I'm a complete bastard and you'd be right. But if my story is interesting, so what? Just bear with me for a bit.I was born and raised in a working class environment. I won't bore you with the details of my early life since it's not important to my story. My father was a drunk and. “How much money are we talking to?”Mike said that I needed to explain the rest. Emily didn’t want details. She wanted a hard dollar amount. I knew that because if I were her, that is what I would want to hear as well. She also wanted some of that money early. I told Mike not to give it to her because, like me, she was terrible at budgeting and would splurge.He told her that depending on her behavior, he would give her an allowance. That seemed to satisfy Emily a little. Her tone was subtle so. Even in college and having just a handful of good friends, with no boy friends at all, Robin worried about her seeming total disinterest in men and often wondered if she were maybe gay, and although she never showed it, she was always more interested in being with the girls. While her friend Joan had always k**ded her that she was sexually repressed and just needed a good lay, Robin would just laugh and give the old "when I meet the right guy I'll know it" line. This had gone on for four years.