’ ‘You don’t sound too excited about it.’ ‘I just don’t know if I’m ready for that.’ ‘Because you’re… uh … inexperienced?’ S...e squirmed in her seat but said nothing. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable talking about it, I understand.’ ‘No, it’s okay. There are, like, some things I don’t know.’ ‘Alright. You can ask me some questions if you want to.’ ‘What will it feel like?’ She reluctantly began. ‘At first it’s going to be a little unpleasant. You see,’ I was searching for the most. “It’s a place called Bastianelli’s. I read the reviews for it in the paper and it’s supposed to be really nice. I got a little side hustle going doing some house painting and I put a little money away for a special occasion and I thought I would treat you to a really nice dinner.” Taisha was humbled. She welled up with emotion; she thought it was such a sweet gesture, that Aaron was such a sweet guy. Dinner was wonderful, romantic even as the fed each other, laughed and just had a relaxed,. Her breathing quickened as Mickey’s tongue began to delve into her, brushing her clit and removing all traces of blood and cum. To Mickey, the flavor began to change as the only thing left became her juices which were quickly increasing. Morgan squeezed her eyes and began to pant as it started to feel like when she masturbated, then began to feel better. The ache was soon gone as she pushed back against Mickeys tongue, a powerful orgasm building. The scent of sex assaulted Mickey’s nose and. That’s when he saw them. First, he noticed all the window shades had been pulled down. It was incredibly dark in the room, almost no light, it was like nighttime. There in bed was his wife and some guy sound asleep. He could smell the spew, and immediately surmised they’d gotten there much earlier, got it on, and decided to take a nap before Allyson would have to be up to meet the girls at the bus stop. But what with the shades drawn and no radio or television on they’d drifted off to sleep.