You and Mike kept talking and drinking though, and you ended up walking the few blocks home eventually anyways.THE NEXT MORNINGYou remembered somethin... you saw online a while ago that said “Drinking alcohol is like stealing happiness from the next morning” or something equally corny, but it carried at least some truth. You felt miserable.Going through your morning routine, taking a few Advil’s along the way, you remembered your conversation from last night. You considered if it was really worth. I would stare at her breasts, ass, folds on her stomach with so much lust that she would not it evidentatly. I finished my junior college, got good grades and joined a college for higher education. As time progressed, I started to touch her ass in a very non sexual way.It is then that I noticed that she does not wear panties. But after sometime, I started touching her in a sexual way and she would look at me but not say anything. This kind of gave me a small encouragement.One day I mustered. It seemed to do something to me. It felt so good and at the same time so different.Maya slipped a hand under me, slipping two fingers back inside my pussy. She just let them rest inside me as she carried on tonguing my ass. The combination her fingers in my pussy and the anal stimulus seemed to induce another, more powerful orgasm. My body shook violently as she held onto my ass tightly and carried on tonguing me. She seemed to delight in making me cum and did so well.She lay next to me and. “Take you time now Mr English, nice and easy, I got you” she said as I inched my way down to the next rung and I could feel her dribbling mouth running up the entire length of my throbbing shaft and as I held on to the sides of the ladder I could feel myself forcing my hips outward as she forced her face inwards and her mouth was definitely pressed hard against my exposed shaft which was now clearly on display.“Take a breather Mr English she mumbled and it was like she seemed to tiptoe as I.