I had never felt such freedom talking with anyone. Ever. She listened contently to what I was saying, however, I don’t think I was doing a good job ...t all. I kept admiring the way her full lips moved like mercury when she spoke, how everything she said seemed intentional like it was rehearsed. I imagined her breath smelled like that of an angel and her tongue looked like it tasted like ambrosia fit for the gods. I examined her sepia colored eyes that were, for most of the conversation. We have all night.”“Sorry,” Dillon said. Then humbly added, “Show me what you like.”She did. She kissed him, held it for a bit, her supple lips hypnotizing him. With her hands on either side of his head, she guided it downward until her twat was in his face. She fingered her clit in front of his face.“Here,” she said. “Put your mouth here. Lick it, kiss it, eat it, suck it, but keep your mouth there. You’ll know.”Dillon dove in. He took her swollen fruit into his mouth, molded his lips around. Is it really her? She looks at him, but breaks eye contact. He’s still impassive. She’s overthinking it. Right? She takes a gulp and leaves the door open. She doesn’t want to disappoint him. This is the liberated way to be, right?She focuses on the bikini instead of her own overthinking. It begins with a black stretchy collar. Four white straps link down, two in the back that form an open triangle on her back, while in the front, a gold ring holds the collar and the white front. A large. The streets were winding back and forth and the time i got to a main road, i was miles away, i thought about calling the girl but i thought best not. there were a couple guys, over the road, so i approached them, and asked where the station was, they said they were heading in that direction, and offered to show me the way, as we walked they asked me where i was from, and as i glanced back i saw that they were holding hands..they were gay... it didn't bother me, but you don't see it in the.