We were eating at a fancy French restaurant to celebrate Adams first communion. I felt it was justified to spend my father’s money on this; I otherw...se would have looked for someplace to have a humbler meal at.As Adam spoke about the food, I realized he was still Stu at heart. Perhaps I hadn’t sinned as much as I originally thought. While he was serving a purpose of my design, he had accepted our help ahead of time. Granted, it wasn’t exactly a completely informed consent, but I wasn’t going to. Above all, avoid any hint of criticism or anger. Let him know you appreciate his willingness to be open and to meet your sexual needs.First, remind him that it’s not unhygienic to kiss your cunny: your bush is actually cleaner and more sanitary than his mouth (why else did God invent Listerine?). And reassure him that before you’ll ask him to head south, you’ll make sure you’re really clean down there (please note that some of us men actually prefer that you not be overzealous about scrubbing. Joel was probably right, the owners were asleep. Joel surfaced on the other side of the pool, the water dripping down his perfect body. He smiled at me as he asked, “Are you getting in?” I looked at him and slipped out of my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt. Joel’s eyes lit up with lust as I turned and bent over, dropping my jean shorts. I folded my clothes neatly, set them on a table and dove in. I surfaced in front of Joel. He looked at me. My heart was racing. I kissed him, he kissed me. "No ma'am," the man to her right replied in a deep, commanding tone. He wasn't a bad looking guy but he was black and Erica had never found black men particularly attractive. He did have a nice body though, and even she couldn't deny that. He had broad shoulders, a thick neck and a flat stomach like an NFL linebacker.Erica had been born and raised in South Carolina. She was something of a redneck and was a product of her environment. She liked fast cars and big trucks. She shot guns and enjoyed.