See you." Yeah, see you Thursday," I said, and she was walking off. I was a bit confused by that final look but didn't think much of it.After class on...Thursday, Trish tracked me down. "Hi, Mike." Hi." I've been thinking. You and your sister and Jim and I probably have a lot in common. I was thinking maybe you and she could come over for dinner Saturday and we could drink wine and play cards or something," she asked.This was a pretty nice offer. And while college has its share of drinking. We locked lips yet again. Our bodies were tight up against each other only separated by the layers of apron. With my right hand I reached down along her back before I reached her ass. I grabbed a cheek which seemed to have intensified her kissing. I could now feel her hand by my leg. She moved it in underneath my apron and slowly towards my dick. Eventually her hand made it to my dick and grabbed it. She had a firm grip on it. She started to caress it more. I brought my hands to the knot. ” I pull my cock out of your mouth and ask you.“You love sucking my cock pussy boy…huh…you like sucking all this cock bitchboy?”“Yessss…yesss…Officer Drill Daddy, your dick tastes soooo good.” You answer as you swallow my precum. “Take off your clothes bitch, take them all off now,” I order. “Yes, Officer Drill Daddy.” You answer and take off all your clothes. “Yeah, I like that shit, I can see you’re starting to learn your place with me, now come here.” I bring you into the kitchen, make you. Her panties fall at last, and I arise,Enraptured by the sight between her thighs.~4.Why write poems? My tongue would rather expressItself directly to your warm heaven, linger on it,Singing of your beauty with a soft caress,Instead of boring you with a bookish sonnet.And as I lick your pussy, I'll come to knowBoth your deep flavor and your deep proclivities,Learning how you like it: gentle, firm, slow—Then pleasure you to the best of my abilities.Instead of stroking keys, my fingers desireTo.