" It sounded like he held a cigarette in his teeth as he was talking to Gregory. He rolled his eyes and put his hand on his temple. I turned my head s...me more and looked harder. I suddenly recognised him. The reddish gold in his goatee shone in the dim light.David!I was lost for words. I didn't know how to approach him. I really liked him but how was I going to talk to him after what he had said on the bus. What the hell, girl! Make a move! Talk to him he's having a bad day. Maybe if you showed. He could feel her dripping onto his leg, which he had been using to rub her slit.He continued his trek south to one of the most beautiful pussies he had ever laid eyes on. He rubbed clit with his thumb and trailed his tongue along her sweet slit. He reveled in the taste of her pussy, it was like he had put his tongue into a packet of sugar. She was screaming as he lapped at her soaking hole, but it paled in comparison to when he lightly bit down on her sensitive nub. As he continued, she knew. I am not shy shy shy after having a few drinks. So I just walk over to this guy and ask him if he could give me a ride close to the base. Same guy I bump into earlier. Sanders was his name.We got off on South Tacoma Way and 97th street. His words, do you suck dick. I said take it out and see. Sanders pulled by the this car wash and took that precious dick out. Any time I look at a dick I call it precious...I stroked it like a good bitch, then I went down on him in the car like a good bitch. I. It’s just my parents and me with the television on. We’re in the Central Time zone, and Mom and Dad popped the champagne at eleven when the ball actually dropped in New York. They even let me have a glass of it. It was sour and tasted funny but it made me feel more grown up to be allowed to drink champagne with my parents when we toasted the new year.Mom and Dad finished the bottle while they stuck around watching the party on television for most of the next hour but said their good nights.