I had not meant to be that forward but he looked at me as if nothing was wrong. He turned and as we started walking together, he looked over at me and...said, "My name is Howard. I hate the name so I usually ask to go by my nickname." I am Susan, and what is your nickname." AC." He replied."AC? You mean like the letters A and C but said together?" Yep." Why?" Well, it was my older brother's name. He was named after a great uncle or something and I loved the name. I know it is silly, but I always. " she whispered, feeling the orgasm overtake her body.The muscles in her genitals contracting harder and harder, instinctively trying to squeeze every last drop of sperm from the males penis, to be drawn deep within her own uterus. The same pleasures and desires that had been experienced and lived through so many times before and yet were only a dream moments ago. This was finally her life now and she would do anything to keep it.As her orgasm began to subside she knew that her real journey. ”“You don’t think they also exhausted you and made it hard for you to concentrate? Anyway they’ve made the difference to me, by the feel of things, but not in a good way. How about a suck? Does it hurt?”I’m not really a fan of cock-sucking: pussy feels a lot better, and too much of what you see online is about power. But right now I was too soft to get started. And sometimes it can be about acceptance, like pussy-eating.“Okay,” I said. “No it doesn’t hurt.”“Your body seems to be adapting,” she. He then should continue to go down until getting to the love box he referred to as “pit”, a name he gave to this part of the female body. Staring at her pubic hair, began to spread apart her legs, progressively, and this chick felt a flicker, no yet realizing the sugar daddy had placed his tongue within her, liking the pink clit by now. This made her vagina to get wet immediately, and a lube flux began to come out of the vulva. “Oh, the Bartholins glands”, the experimented old man.