Then I went for the main course.Brittany's pussy was everything I thought it would be. Lightly haired, and bikini waxed. It smelled just like her hair... of fresh apples, and tasted sweeter than homemade apple pie. I used a thumb to rub her clit as I spread her legs and began to poke my tongue at her hole. Brittany was really moaning now, squirming her hips against my face.Then someone tried to open the door. When they found it was locked, they tried again, harder. Both Brittany and I looked at. Maybe not until morning, even." Why don't you come back with me?" I said. "You could shower, freshen up." I can't leave here." You just said -- you know -- he won't wake up for hours." He could, though." All right. I'll be back in two hours. We'll eat in the cafeteria. Together." All right. My dad will be here by then to sit with Nolan."The Divisional Series was anticlimactic. We swept the Twins, finishing up in their park. We hurried back to Baltimore and waited for Boston's series with the. It was during that harvest moon period with Sandra that she realized she enjoyed playing the role of the “man” in such encounters and she took great pleasure in extracting every last ounce of passion from the joyful nurse with an itch for pounding just as long as it wasn’t from an actual man. For some reason, she had been turned off on masculine intimacy and Lucy suspected that at some time in the distant past she had been raped by one or more of that gender entirely without her consent. Lucy. The next time I saw my lovely girlfriend I had the smile of a man with a devious plot on my face. She was giddy with excitement when I sat her on the bed and put a blindfold on her (another toy I highly recommend). I put on the ring and waited a few seconds for it to take full effect, and then I put the head of my cock to her lips. She usually likes to suck my dick with a certain enthusiasm, but this time she felt the head swollen and the veins popping and she was overcome with lust. She sucked.