I don’t know if I’m into that either; now is probably not the time to learn.She whispers, “All of them.”“So, is that why you want me to eat ...our cunt slops? You want someone to know how nasty you’re being. You want to share that—to share that it gets you off?”She nods. I dive in. I lick away each of the three men she’s been with. And yeah, she got really turned on each time. This is so hot. It’s not quite her getting dirty to give me a cream pie. In a way it is though: She knows I like this.. '"Carrie seemed to be taking in what I said."But when we sat down for dinner, your mask slipped a little," she said. "You knew the other couple at our table so you were able to drop the charade. It was just a side of you I wasn't aware of. I've met newspaper guys before. They were almost a caricature of the old whiskey swilling, cigar chomping men pounding away on their typewriters." I think the biggest thing I faced when I got here was the number of fences that needed to be mended," I told. ‘Bill, I don’t know…’ ‘I want you, I want to please you, make love to you at last. I want to finally see you naked.’ He whispered breathlessly into her ear, still playing with her earlobe. His left hand played with the back of her neck, his right caressed her side from the edge of her bra down to her hip and back up again. ‘You might not like what you see. Bill, I’m not sure.’ ‘Aww, Candy, I want you so much, don’t you want me too? I love what I’ve seen so far and I’d love to see every inch. ”“I gotcha.” I made space for her and pulled her at my side though the space I made.“Whats your poison?”“She ordered a vodka tonic.”I hadn’t noticed how attractive she was earlier today. She probably stood 5’4” and was petite. I guessed a size 4, however, she did have some curves and her blouse she wore showed off an adequate chest. She wasn’t Stacy, but she was large. It fit her body. She caught me looking down her blouse. “Hey there Mr., those will take a few more drinks.” She was actually.