Quite regularly over the last couple of weeks, my phone would ring with an “unkown” caller ID shown on the display. I thought it was probably Elen..., but each time I answered there was no one on the line. Many times I thought about calling her just to say hi but never got the guts to actually make the call.It was a Saturday night and my roommate Clem and I went to one of our favorite local bars. Clem is a good looking and very confident guy and has never had a problem attracting or hitting on. The credo of this organization is that you have to admit that you have a problem and then identify the problem before you have any chance of licking it. Not to be facetious, but licking it is the problem that has brought me to this meeting, to this group, in the hope that you can help me in overcoming this addiction. Like most of the members of this group were at one time or another, I was in denial before I came to this meeting. I needed it, I wanted it, I looked forward to it and I always. This pissed him off because he then pulled his cock out of my girlfriends mouth and pushed her head down to where her mouth was around his balls. She licked them like the best tasting lollipop in the world while he jacked off. This was more than I could handle as I felt the orgasm coming on. I shouted to his girlfriend that I was cumming (expecting her to take my cock out of her mouth), but she kept going until I started to cum. My girlfriend never let me cum in her mouth because she told. “Stop!” I called through parched throat and your eyes sprang open, your fingertips still inside of your pussy. You looked up at me with a nervous expression, worried that you had done something wrong. How could you have? You masturbating for me was just about the prettiest thing I have ever witnessed, but I could not possibly tell you so.“Stop it girl! You seem to be enjoying yourself far too much. I think you are a bit of a slut aren’t you? I think you give yourself to all the boys don’t.