Let’s see, my needs account is bigger because of college tuition and all that so it’s $100,000 a month. My fun money account as I call it is only,...�� he gave her a sick look, “$50,000 a month. Pretty sick huh,” he asked her.“Shit Michael, how do you live. You poor boy,” she told him.“I warned you that you didn’t want to know,” he offered. “You have a trust fund too don’t you. I heard you tell Donny that once.”She gave him a sideways look, “Nothing like yours, and my father monitors it. Mine is. You reciprocate after pulling my chemise (a long cotton or muslin dress worn under a corset or bodice to cover the exposed flesh) to my knee. Your touch on my bare skin ignites my passion again. Your orgasm has made you bold, as we drink and chat, you move your hands closer and closer to my clean-shaven mound. What you don’t know is that I dressed tonight, I never put on any panties in anticipation of this moment. I can feel myself growing wetter as you draw closer to my cleft. I can see the. She looked hotter than I could ever remember. "Can I come in?" she asked. I finally found my voice. "Yeah, of course." I stepped aside, letting her in. I closed the door behind her. "Up the stairs," I told her. She began climbing the stairs, and I was in the middle of admiring her shapely form, when she asked, "Was I interrupting anything?" I let her into the apartment, saying "Nah, just watching TV." She glanced at the TV. It was off. We both heard a moan, it was coming from my. “Oh fuck, oh!” I sighed out.He looked at my reaction and continued. I was squirming about and rubbing my breasts, as my eyes flickered in pleasure. When his tongue went inside my entrance, it drove me crazy. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I moaned. I had never felt like this before, I was delirious. I could sense he was smirking. I let out a tiny giggle, in between moans.I was rubbing my breasts, moaning out and wriggling on the stool. Then it hit me like a shot of lightning. I just had my first.