She languidly kissed me back and made a little moan of comfort. "Gee, Kathy, that was so great, what you did to me in the bathroom. You're going to ge... me addicted to the way you eat pussy." I gently ran my fingers through the curly bush of her pubic hair and cupped her mound with my palm, "Hey, I did it just for fun, and right now, I think it would be fun to do it again."Her lovely long-lashed eyes blinked open with astonishment, "Are you serious? Don't you want me to return your favor?" Nah,". They are all married with k**s. Over the years this has worked out well for me cause not only does Kat tell me everything but most of the time I can also watch and join if I wish. I always keep a metal notebook of names of her women in my head. This is a story of how that and KEEPING A EYE OPEN helped me to take care of a big problem. Kat and myself were at a local hang-out having a few drinks. It is a sports bar and the bar maids all wear small tops and very short skirts. We got there. Once there, Anne was told to lie on her back, which she nervously did. The professor climbed on top of her and they continued their make out session. It was unlike anything either of them had felt before. It was new and refreshing. Above all else, it was exciting. Patricia started kissing the student's face, then moved down to her neck, then to her breasts where she sucked on each of the hard pink nipples. Anne moaned at that point. The kisses moved downward to her belly, then to her. I was much distressed to witness such inhumane treatment of humankind but Katherine dismissed my concerns by saying that this was quite a normal occurrence and that these people were being transported to a better life than the one they were leaving behind. I was not convinced by her dismissal for these wretches appeared to be most miserable indeed and I was later to discover they were little more than slaves who had been traded and had no part or say in the transaction. It took me a while to.