Nothing freaky or complicated. And that is perfect for me. You see, I sewed enough oats in high school to start a cereal company. I started early and ...eeded it often. No entanglements or commitments, I wanted to be free to enjoy myself. And enjoy I did. I don't know if you could say I was easy. I was particular, well except for one incident I'll get to, but if I had you in my sights, I'd have you in my bed. Why bother with all the awkward dating nonsense.It was all fun and sex, until the night. As i rode up, a chick rode up right behind me and we sat down to chat. She was meeting a dude friend up there and that she had just gotten off work as a waitress. She then started taking off her small black sketcher running shoes and exposed her feet, she saw me look at them and kinda put her shoes near me. Close enough to smell. 15 mins of chatting went by and she was really into me complimenting my hair and clothes. The longer the chat went on the more personal it got. At one point she. I just assumed they would only last so long, & I fully intended to enjoy it while we had it. That's the funny thing about life, too many times we are too worried about the future or the past to enjoy the moment. Before you know it, it's over and done, & if you arent fully present you might miss it entirely. The next day we woke up in each other's arms bright and early, I slithered under the sheet and slid my tongue up her crack, splitting the partially sealed lips with my tongue before plunging. I paused momentarily, closing my eyes and lifting my hands to caress my face. Thinking of the satisfaction of the coed's tongues on my breasts—and Laura's dildo in my pussy, I softly moaned, "Kiss me Laura. Lick me, fuck me, fuck me."Sitting on the toilet, I moved my right hand across my body to my pussy; I placed the thumb and index finger on my clit and stimulated the creamy bud. I took my left hand and touched the stiff, black, curly hairs between my legs for a few seconds. Feathering my.