Your cock smells like a pussy.’ At this point I think I’m going to be firmly asked to redress and leave, but to my surprise, Sara says, ‘It’s ... good thing I like pussy too,’ and starts sucking my dick. I reciprocate and start eating her out. Her pussy was more trimmed than Kim’s, but she had dark hair so what pubic hair she had really stood out. After about 20 minutes of very enjoyable 69-ing, Sara said, ‘I can’t believe how slutty this is, but it is St. Patrick’s Day, you wanna make it two in. She understood completely. I could tell by theway she eyed me up and down, noticing details I thought I could getaway with, that others would glance over and not register. Mydelicate watch that would remain hidden under my oh so straight shirtsleeves, my pure silk socks hiding stockings underneath, my ladiescourt shoes that were so close to the edge and gave me a thrill whenpeople gave them a second glance. I knew she would do things to methat my wife hadn't even heard of. I knew I could trust. He sat down, and I sat on his face. My asshole was touching his nose while my pussy was directly on top of his mouth. He began to drink all my juices while I was in the seventh heaven, and my body shook in pleasure. I cummed hard. My cum was all over his face and his T-shirt. We then got into his car and did the 69 position. I took his dick from his trousers and began to stroke it while he began to lick my clit.We both were teasing each other, and we both cummed. Now his t-shirt was completely. I did the usual stuffgrowing up – school, sports blah, blah, until I hit theripe old age when I left home. My older sister,Joan, scored a hair dressing apprenticeship when I was18, thereby passing on to me her part-time job with alocal gas station come corner store.The owner of this enterprise was a lovely woman namedCarol, a mid 30’s divorcee who was a happy-go-lucky,loud, plump red head. I found out years later she haddivorced her husband after many infidelities on hispart.