She buckled, squirmed, and gripped my head tighter between her thighs as I began my tongue assault on her clit, first licking it...then sucking it...s...cking it hard with little bites between my mouth and teeth. In between her moans, buckling, and squirming, I heard her say things like, "God, that's good." "Oh God, don't stop." "Damn, you're driving me crazy." "Oh, fuck, fuck". "You're so good."Releasing her clit, I drove my tongue deep inside her pussy; forcing it in as far as it would go,. I even bent over once with my bare ass hanging right in his face but he just seemed not interested in me. I chalked that up to him having all those other sexy women around him.By the fall of 1991 my daughter was 14 and I was 31. I pretty much had missed most of her growing up due to my time running the bar. I had many girlfriends but no steady boyfriend or man in my life. During this time I was just trying to make my daughter and my life a happy one. In retrospect perhaps It was myself who had. And as always he turned the TV to a hunting show. I rolled my eyes at him, he caught me and just grinned. "So you gonna come meet me tonight?" I asked. "No, baby, I can't. I gotta work till one tonight and I gotta help close," he replied. I didn't say anything. I just sat there and pretended to pout. And the next thing I know I'm sitting in his lap. "But I have some time right now," he said. "But the baby…" "The baby is asleep and probably will be for awhile." He started kissing me,. Unless you really want to.And, don't submit to sex stuff in his car. Tell your Mom and Daddythat you're having a sleepover with a friend.No problem on that one. Mom and Daddy had already told me I couldbring Tommy to my room and commit numerous acts of sodomisticdefilement with him all night if I wanted.The ladies did my makeup to perfection. Nothing too slutty. And I gotthe long-blonde wig that Mrs. Lovewell said looked best on a pillow.They gave careful attention to my undergarments.Black.