Eventually my urge to eat her pussy overcame the fun I was having with her tits. I took off the rest of her clothes and it was my turn to lay her dow.... She pulled down the covers and hopped up on the bed. I spread her legs and just stood admiring her lovely little flower of a pussy with a nicely trimmed bush – all gray no less! She said, "Are you just going to look? I really need you to eat my pussy." Your pussy is beautiful, and I have every intention of…" Couldn't finish that as I was. But her rational head was contradicted by her pulsing pussy. And by the part of her brain that her pussy was directly connected to. The part of her brain that loved the stories on Lush, especially the ones in the BDSM category. The part of her mind that yearned for the kind of treatment she knew she would never get from her husband. She held her wrists out towards him. Her arms trembled, and her pussy clenched and moistened with the thrill and anticipation of how he was going to punish her.He. . whatever you like to call them, ecstasy was my poison. Crushing many variants and mixing them with an array of other illicit substances and presenting them as meter lines for everyone to snort was one of my favourite party tricks.It was the after party to celebrate the life of Jarrod, the after party where my world would be turned upside down. My eccy rush immediately kicked back in when I recognised a hot couple arriving in the driveway.As the muscular stud got out of his Honda Prelude I. Looking directly into his nervous and still guilt-ridden face as I thought. In some ways, he was totally right. I’d known for years he enjoyed watching other guys flirting with me at parties, and we’d many times made it into a harmless game that made three people happy.But in other ways what had happened over the last six months had changed all that. Whenever there was even the smallest bit of flirting and playing, there’d be an unspoken question in both my and Dave’s mind about whether it.