I can feel droplets of fluids slide over my labia, onto my perineum. Keeping me on the floor as he eats our dinner, seemingly indifferent to my needs,...drops me into that lovely focused headspace, where all I want to do is to please and serve him. Very calmly, he begins speaking. “It would seem we have some things to talk about, some things to clarify.” I open my mouth to speak, but he cut’s me off before I can. “Before you say anything, I have some instructions for you.” He pauses and a. My left hand is on the small on her back supporting her slightly. My right hand is gently squeezing her firm C-cup pyramids. Back and forth, back and forth. Let me be clear, I have no intention of making love to this horny angel tonight, but I can't resist a few moments caressing this stunning body before I fuck this drunken slut the way I'm sure she is craving and probably even deserves.I am taking advantage of this beautiful young woman because she came on to me strongly from the second I met. ’ I was smiling the whole time I spewed out that ridiculous narrative regarding ‘just dessert’ that was probably so screwed up it made absolutely no sense at all. ‘I bow to the wishes of the lady of the house, serve me woman!’ Gav was laughing almost as much as I was. We were already comfortable with each other, this little back and forth of harmless, yet candid thoughts, was proof positive. Dinner was yummy, the company, delicious. For what seemed like minutes, an hour had flown by and we. We were each other’s first for so many things, and we had been the quiet ‘good k**s’ of our families, I think we just went wild when we discovered each other. My wife has told me since then that she was such a horny girl when we were dating, she wanted dick and she didn’t care who saw.Anyway, we were setting out on the porch at my parent’s house late in the afternoon, talking about anything and everything, the way you do when you’re first dating. My parents were gone and we were being nominally.