Most the time I would smear peanut butter all over my public hair, my vulva, my thighs, and my asshole. He would eat me non-stop (unlike my ex-husban..., David) until every hint of peanut butter was licked off. Sometimes it would take an hour of constant, tireless licking. In the meantime, I would continue to have my strongly felt climaxes. As far as "relationships" go, the one I have with Barney is defintiely a give-give one.Several nights ago at around 3:30 in the morning, I woke up in a. Or it tried to waft in the only few breezes that came through the window. All of the fourth floor apartments always were the hottest in the summer and hers was no exception. Elena laid on her back, legs apart, sprawled out on the small twin bed that took up most of her bedroom. She was naked trying to keep cool and comfortable but to no avail. She was miserable. Elena thought back to her college days when her dorms had central air conditioning. The thought made her smile. “Who would have. Ten minutes later I was leaning on the back of my car thinking hard when a car pulled up in front of Andy’s house. I watched as Sally got out of it, kissed her boyfriend goodbye then went into the house. Sally? If that was Sally, who the hell was Andy fucking?For the next half hour I was in a stupor, barely aware of what I was doing as I brooded about who Andy had bent over the chair. I knew only two things, she was young and she liked what they were doing. Even though I was vastly relieved it. She was seated two tables over (in the direction I was facing), and I noticed right away her expression was one of complete and utter boredom; I actually made a snap judgement right there that "eh, maybe she's just a stuck up bitch" and refocused my attention back to Christy, but every so often I couldn't help but look back up and steal some more glances. After a buffet style dinner service, speeches, and all the normal wedding reception jazz, everyone finally started to mingle and/or head to.