He took a slow, deep breath to relax the tension that had been building inside. He really hoped that Melissa would be more than a one week fling. It w...uld be nice to have something to do until the next assignment came along in a couple of months.Job OfferMelissa glanced down to check the map on her phone. The blue dot showed she was still on the correct road, just as it had when she last looked at it less than a minute ago. She chided herself to relax and enjoy the drive.The sun flickered. "Okay, Sarah you want to be a slut, then you will be a slut. But I don't want any fucking STD and I don't want to sleep in any man's wet spot either, so there are going to be some rules," I started. "Rules? What do you mean rules?" she asked. "That's right, slut, rules. And you will abide by every one of them or you will be looking for more than a good time, you'll be looking for someplace to sleep, understand? Now rule number one is that I must know about and approve every one of your. In the past, she seemed to take my nudity very much in stride; but the fact that she had actually joked about my half-hard penis and I had sustained the joke, was new territory for us.I began to wonder how much of a sexual relationship my mother and father had, at this point in their marriage. As I mentioned earlier, my mother was (and is) a good-looking woman: a pretty redhead with a voluptuous body -- nice round breasts and a fantastic round butt. I was around 20 or 21 when these events. Sierra went back to me, saying "I wanna eat you out," with a determined look in her eyes. She moved forwards, wrapping her arms around my neck, her eyes zooming from my eyes to my lips and back. I grabbed her hips and gently pulled our bodies together, and she bit her lip eagerly. We kissed again, my hands on her back and her fingers in my hair. Her lips tasted like champagne, a taste I didn't necessarily love, but too wasted to care I swirled my tongue around hers and enjoyed it. Then she.