The world seems somehow wide open to all. It was during this uncertain time of my life that Iencountered an area of living that was new to me, but...whichwould have a lasting impression on me for many years to come. It all started out as an asinine child's game. A bunchof us - boys and girls - decided to draw straws. Whoeverdrew the short straw would be at the mercy and reasonabledictates of the rest. As good or bad fortune would have it,I ended up with the short end of the straw. . Bend down, I lick up the juices between your pussy and butthole that have leaked out of you. My tongue swirls around your pussy juice covered butthole as you softly moan, making me even hotter for you. My tongue pushing against your butt, I can feel it relax a little. I bring my hand to your butt, straighten out a finger and slowly slide it in your ass. Your hips rock down shoving my finger deep in your ass as you softly moan. I lick from your butthole up to your soaked pussy, licking the. " I paused for a second. "But I wouldn't ever do anything, you know, force him or whatever." I know." Valentine gave me a supportive smile.We stopped talking while the waiter took our order. Valentine wanted to order for me, since all I knew of Italian food was spaghetti, lasagna, and pizza, and I'd heard once that pizza wasn't even really Italian, so maybe I knew even less than I thought I did."Hey, that stuff with the roses and the paintings, how do you know so much about that?" I asked,. I let go of her panties and they fell to the floor and omitted a waft of her sex. A fresh fragrance of stale womanhood (I know it is a contradiction, but that is the closest I can describe her smell) drifted up to my nostrils and I could almost feel how they flared as they scented it.Mother took a little step back and stood for a short, oh too short, a moment nude in front of me. My eyes had time to travel up and down her body once before she turned, bent forwards and turned of the running.