And I must confess that I ... have hopes as to what solution you have in mind. Please, let me suggest it. The nicer you are to me, the more I want thi.... That doesn’t always work with women, I know, but here ... let’s just say that I’m overwhelmed by your kindness.“I just ... want to be a good friend ... and grateful for your help ... I had fantasies on the way here, but I also felt silly for them, in case you thought me a slut or whore or something. I’m just very torn up about all of this.. What breaks me up and worries me so much, is that’s all I could call him. HIM, I didn’t know who he is, or anything about him. Hell I have to trust her that it was even a him, not a her. ‘His’ situation is such that they can’t be seen together. She said, that was mostly her choice, she wanted to protect him. She said, he didn’t want her to start her life, known as that girl with…felt it would demean her. I mean neither of those reasons led to anything good, at least in my mind. Who couldn’t be. No matter how much I fucked her she still needed more. She loved me, hadn't wanted to hurt me, but she needed cock and lots of it. I was a better fuck than most all of her lovers, but she needed quantity as much as quality. Regardless of the fact that she was praising me (even as she said I wasn't enough for her) my ego still took a battering. I finally asked her if there wasn't something that I could consider 'my own' and she said, "You are the only one who eats my pussy and you know how much. I lightly flicked it with my tongue a few times, followed by one large lick along her entire perfect pussy. As I pulled back, a large amount of pussy juice hung down from the lips and dripped onto the floor.“Mmmmm,” Brittany moaned. “Oh my god, yes!” I started sucking gently on her clit and brought my hand up to get a couple fingers inside of her, while placing my other hand on her soft sexy foot beside me. Brittany, all hot and sweaty, undid the buttons of her blazer and opened it up,.