He stopped and I still had is cock down my throat, somehow we rolled to where I was on my back and he was on top of me, cock still down my throat. He ...ulled out of my mouth and as he was readjusting himself I took a curious probing lick of his hole. He kind of jumped a little like I surprised him and then he popped his hips, angling his hole toward my tongue. I took the invitation and started probing his hole with my tongue, working around the outside and the pressing a little of my tip into. She’d never started anything and in fact had never looked at a woman in the cold light of day, as it was, and thought anything sexual about her. And most certainly she’d never felt anything like this before.Yes she’d had feelings from other women. Very strong feelings. Feelings so powerful that those other women had given her orgasms. But never had she experienced the sensation of wanting to seduce another woman as she’d been “seduced.” She’d never been the predator or the hunter, no she’d been. ”“Yes. If guys can have sex drunk, then girls should too.”“So, you are not worried about consent issues?” Jason said.“Of course, I am. All guys are now of days. But she also has the right for wild drunk sex. I thought one trumped the other. What I’m trying to say is, maybe she took the drink as liquid courage to approach me.”Dan felt like he was digging himself into a hole. The two stared at him for an uncomfortably long time before speaking again.“That was the right answer. Not what the. When Cindy opened the doors, we kissed, deeply and long, I grabbed her ass and squeezed and pulled her close to me. I could feel her large breasts push against my chest, I thought I was going to explore right then and there. We walked in and went to the living room and there, on the sofa, was Stephanie, her best friend from the neighborhood where she grew up. Steph was nineteen, short 5’2” Hispanic with a very thin build and very small, training bra sized tits. Steph was a real cutie. I know.