She wrapped her legs around, and pulled me in. Oh daddy you are good…..and big. I have a buzz on, I wish more guys were like you.She came a few time... with intense orgams, pushing herself hard into me, then I pulled out, before I blew my load inside. Its show time, honey! I told her.I moved down, and position myself between her thighs. I told her to look at me, and keep looking in my eyes.I moved her legs around my head, and started to lick her pussy lips slowly, then occasionally rose up to. “ she now had two dresses in each hand and was trying to decide between the two.“How do you even know what BFF means?” I asked, slightly surprised at her knowledge of modern slang and apparent dress sense?“Everything you know, I know, remember? I thought I told you this already. Everything else I picked up from the internet. You really can learn anything online. What do you think?” She asked, lifting each dress?“Your sense of style must be a built-in female thing because all I see are two black. . her warmth. It had been over an hour since we'd had sex last, and I was still feeling the afterglow.In that time, I'd watched the people on the dancefloor, above us. The constant movement of the countless dancers was almost hypnotizing, as I laid there, searching my heart and my mind, making sure that what I felt was true. Did I really love her? Was it possible to fall in love with someone whom you'd only met, three days ago? My heart said 'yes.'But I didn't know anything about her. What was. I really did like sucking his cock though and we had sex on the average of twice a week until I went off to college."I went through my first year of college without even dating; not because of class load or study time, but because I just didn't find anyone I liked well enough to go out with. Does that sound like someone who would end up with the problem I have? My second and third years were different. I dated lots of guys and even slept with several of them, but they were not serious.