It was so strong, like the usual taste of vagina had been fermented for years. I felt flakes of dry blood melt into my mouth from licking them. To mak... matters worse, I brushed her clit with my tongue, and she let out a small moan. I could feel her getting wet, and start to slowly grind on my face. I knew what I had to do. I started circling her clit with my tongue. "mmh yesss..." she whispered as I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. Her pussy juices mixed with her blood and dripped. Remember what I said, love. Don’t forget you’re no different to her, literally. You’re both beautiful young ladies. I love you both, but I wish you’d stand up to her sometimes!’ ‘Yes, Mum,’ Caroline answered. But inside, she thought, ‘If only it was as easy as that!’ – – – – – – – – – – A few days later, Simon called around to pick up Marianne from her home again. The previous day, he and John had once again been called to a harrowing incident. It was a house fire in which two young children. She reserved a ticket, and the night of the lecture dressed herself in the more or less conservative, dowdy ways she usually did. (Now Emma was not unattractive, but she had never been much for style in clothing or makeup to any real extent). She sat a few rows from the front and listened with her full attention.The speaker, the professor, he had just joined the college staff after writing a best seller on the topic of tonight’s lecture, was Donald Ryan. He spoke eloquently about opening up. “Steffi... you’re a nineteen-year-old kid. I mean, c’mon I’m more than twice your age. Just stop. Stop!” I covered her hands with my larger palms to prevent her from pulling my pants down.“I know what you need.”“Yeah, for you to get out of my house.” I pointed at the door with my expression set like stone.“And then you press charges against me?”“Of course.”“How about we have sex and I go scot-free?”“Real life isn’t sleazy internet porn, Steffi.”“True, but maybe you want it to be.” She exchanged.