He started stroking my hair. His hands slid down to my waist and with only little effort he lifted me up on the counter. The hard surface pushed the p...ug even deeper inside. My hands resting on his chest, his hands still at my waist, he began leaning forward. Excitement rose inside me. My breath sped up till his lips touched mine. At this moment, all strains flew away. I felt light headed. My hands moved up, around his neck, into his hair. When our mouths opened and our tongues connected, a. Beth knew how to work me. Damn her."That guy..." I finally said softly, almost hoping she wouldn't hear me."Marco, Latino, 22, young, dumb, full of cum – which he'll happily eat from your pussy!" she laughed. "He's smooth skinned, muscular, college athlete and hung like a moose, eight inch cock, thick as your skinny wrist and the biggest pair of cum makers balls you've probably never seen!" Jesus, Beth, was that rehearsed?" I laughed, astonished at her delivery."Nope, just speaking from the. She just smiled, and shook her head.Trisha did not have much education, and she was very shy to most adults. Like I stated, she didn't have much of a life outside of work. All these things considered, she ended up working for my family permanently. Even now, she technically is under my employment. Anyway, she ended up being in charge of all other house workers. Most house staff didn't end up working for us for more than five or six years. Trisha was the exception to most staff. At about year. To me, it was a signal that any sex I had, meant that my boyfriend did not have to pull out and I would finally know the feeling of completing the sex act. Only twice while in college, did my boyfriend go down on me and tongue my pussy and clit, but the five minutes did not compare with the half hour to an hour Jack spent eating my pussy. Orgasms were rare when in college. Once I started dating Jack, did I have regular orgasms. I just don’t understand how Jack could want me to have sex with.