She said that there was even a chance I might get into the library, the cushiest number, when a friend of hers was released. My only visitor was Felic...ty, who, true friend that she was, came once a month without fail through my entire sentence. Apart from that, I was on my own, or would have been, without Steve. Before slopping out on my first morning, she told me there were women who would resent my instant elevation to being her slave, so she would treat me as hard as anyone else, maybe a. I put my nose up into her hairy but trimmed mound. Richelle moved and slightly closed her legs. Crissy saw this and told her to relax. I could feel her body relax some and I touch her with my mouth for the first time, kissing her inter-thigh. Richelle giggled and moved as I continue kissing her legs. Oh, Mike that tickles a little. “You like my mustache.” “Yes.”As I heard her say that I licked her leg with my tongue. She giggled again. The kept kissing and licking getting closer and closer to. Since we’re being so honest, I’ll freely admit I had a number of flings during the rest of my junior year and all my senior year, mostly to help me get over Eric.’ ‘Then you’re sure you’re completely over him?’ ‘Yes, completely.’ ‘You said you had a number ‘flings.’ Was I one of them?’ ‘At first I thought your were, but not to get over Eric. I’d already done that. When I first met you that Friday night at the cottage, I looked on you as a challenge, a handsome and interesting challenge – a. The guy just gaped at us. He was maybe fifty, a little overweight, but still had all his hair--that, or a really high-quality rug. He finally recovered and put out a hand with a slightly disconcerted smile. "Uh, hi, uh, I'm Frank DeMarco," he said. "You're Millie, and you are...?" he looked at me inquiringly."The luckiest guy on the planet," I said. "I'm her husband, Jeff Wilson." He looked at Millie, then back at me. "You'll get no argument from me, Mr. Wilson," he said with an envious shake.