I cannot stand the anticipation and shriek. “Eat my pussy!” He just takes time, lapping at every inch of my pussy, tasting its sweet honey and inh...ling its intoxicating aroma. He paused long enough to say, “Oh love, your pussy tastes so sweet, I can’t get enough of your nectar!” Next, he zeroes in on my clit with his mouth, as his fingers enter my pulsating hole.I pull his head closer and yell, “Oh yessss, right there oh my god, just like that. Mmm baby, suck my clit, harder, and finger-fuck my. Now I knew I was in trouble. What was my next move? How do we go from here? WTF!? My mind was all over the place and Ryan was just looking at me. I had no response for him so I did one of those nervous laughs.Ryan however, knew exactly what the next move would be."So, what do you say? Do you want to come back to my place and we can have some beers and get to know one another?"This was it, the moment I had yearned for. I was actually going to get to spend time with my fantasy guy. He was asking. ‘Oh, Hades,’ Persephone said walking over to him. ‘It’s amazing enough that you have any flowers at all. I’m sure with a little work I could help with the smell. And heck, if I fail, there’s always my perfume.’ Oh, yes. Her perfume. Hades inhaled deeply. It was a rush of wildflowers. Uncontainable and free. He remembered how in simpler days he had tried to trap that and how he had succeeded by purely legal standpoints. It had taken years afterwards to be forgiven for that error in judgment and. Back then I was a bit of a chubby kid. Had a nice boobs and a perfect ass. One of those who anyone would love to fuck like a mad man.Back when I was just 19 year old, we used to have a servant in our house. His name was Shyam (Name Changes). A dark brown, fit 23 year old buy. Shyam was from one of those guys who used to get together with everyone and thus was a trusted guy. I used to be very close to him and he used to talk to me about girls. I was a guy who didn’t knew anything about sex back.