I guessed she'd reverted into Italian, but she could have been speaking in tongues for all the sense she was making.As her screams became more intense... and I sucked hard on her clit, she smashed into an orgasm that shook her whole body. her thighs were trembling either side of my head, and her pussy juice gushed into my willing mouth. "Oh god oh god oh god OH MY GOD" she cried as she recovered her senses, "That was amazing"I wriggled back up the bed, glad to breathe easier again, and my. God. What a kiss! He gently worked his tongue between my eager lips and displayed a passion that belied his shy exterior. He didn’t take it as an invitation to grope me, but, rather just seemed to delight in the kiss. I was getting wet between my legs just wondering what his lips and tongue could do to my pussy. After almost half an hour, we broke our kiss. He grinned, “Wow! Mary, I’ve never, ever been kissed like that before! Would you like to be my girlfriend?”I was trying to catch my breath,. This would be two very unpleasant conversations in one day. He struggled with how he would broach the subject with mother and father. He knew from his Sunday conversation with his father that he was mentally all there. His speech was impaired, but his thought processes seemed to be just fine. He didn’t want to have to ‘dumb down’ his conversation. It was going to be difficult enough. He had phoned ahead and asked if could come up at 7:30 and talk to both of them. Naturally, his mother agreed.. The clinic was in a strip mall near the university. It was located between a convenience store and a nail salon. The walls were a little dingy and the only artwork were posters about sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy prevention. How romantic.I had been to see my gynecologist twice before. The first time was just a visit to talk about puberty and let the doctor make sure I had all my parts. The second time was after I had started having really painful periods. They did a pelvic exam to.