She hadn't eventold her friends where she was going or with whom as she left the nightclubwith the young man. Yet, although it made her nervous, she w...sn't afraid. Somepart of her wanted to be here, like this. A part, it seemed, that was now incontrol. Helena was slim, with long dark hair, pale skin and she liked to wear black.Although she wasn't a Goth, at least not in any ideological sense, she fitthe image and, in her hometown, that meant she stood out. Her friends had madea lifestyle choice. “Deep in your throat.” “No it isn’t,” Carlotta said, crestfallen, “you’ve been watching too many movies.” She got up on my desk, opened her legs, pulled aside her black lace panties and showed me. “That’s it right there,” she said. “Doesn’t look like much,” I said. “Looks are deceiving,” she said. “How long have you had this, er, ah, growth?” I said. “Since I was a little bitty baby,” she said. “Have you seen a doctor?” I said. “It’s my clitoris, Lance,” Carlotta said. “I don’t need a doctor.. During college I had gone from a tall out of shape k** to a “ripped” grad student after slimming down and building muscle definition, at the gym which led to my teaching physical education to a bunch of teenie boppers at a small high school.> > > It was almost 9pm when I pulled into the parking lot at the Hilton, I parked my car and grabbed the pizza bag and headed to the elevators. I walked off the elevator turned right and went down to the last door on the right, and knocked twice. I almost. We French kissed while we both sucked my swollen nipple “Oh, they’re so big! They’re making me sooo horny!”Maria panted.“Not as horny as you’re making me ,”I purred in her ear.I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, exposing the matching panties to that slutty bra she was wearing. They were crotchless and now that her skirt was off, I could see her beautiful pussy lips glistening with her cunt juices. It was all too much and I dropped to my knees to poke my tongue into her beautiful slit.Maria.