" We sat on the stools and the sodaguy smiled at me asked for my name. I looked at Aunty and she nodded. Iturned back to him and said, "My name is Jam...e."He said, "That's a pretty name." Then he said, "So you're ready forschool?"I said, "Yes Sir."He took a step back, handed us our sodas, and said, "Thank you."Aunty looked at me with a smile and said, "You are so your mother." Aunty, that would be a wonderful thing." What is a wonderful thing?" Mom said, as she came up on us from behind.I spun. Years have passed and I never tire of hearing her tell me about what was and what might have been. Our lives have been good and our sex life has only gotten better. But I know what anyone with the blood of a Mississippi gambler knows: once is never enough. *My wife says she has never had another extra-marital sexual experience, and I believe her. But she did tell me of one other close experience that didn’t quite materialize which would have also been unforgettable for both of us.On another. She happened to love being eaten, and because I had little to no experience beyond some basic kissing, this seemed like just the ticket for me. So one fine spring afternoon, after class, we got into my beat old Ford van and went for a drive. I knew a rural road near the school where there should be some privacy.We sat in the front seats for a while, while we nerved ourselves up. I assured her I would just eat her out, and this didn't constitute a new relationship, it was just two horny people. Slowly, the girl started to straightenup and support her own weight. ?Pretty pretty,? said Michio, who stepped forward to stroke the girl's throat,nipples and belly with her nail. And then Michio reached with her hands tocradle the girl's head and tousle her hair. Michio removed the ball gag. Thegirl's mouth stayed half open, spittle smeared on the lips, and a raw sobbingsound coming from deep in her throat. Michio pressed her index finger in betweenthe girl's lips, and touched to the inside of.