“Where to?” the driver asked.I struggled to sit up, pulling my dress down before I showed my ass to the world. “Hartwood Complex. Apartment 10.�...�As I settled in the seat, Matt’s hand found its way on my knee and was moving upwards. I slapped his hand and moved it back to his lap.“Don’t be so mad, honey,” he whispered “I didn’t mean to spill my drink on you,” as he leaned his head on my shoulder.I tried to move away but then I heard him lightly snoring in my ear. ‘Shit.’ I thought to myself, ‘do. It was obvious that Mitch had money, and was well established. I knoced on the door, and he greeted me, and let me in. We exchanged hello's with a quick hug, and a light lip peck of a kiss. It just seemed natural, and as we went to the den Mitch showed me in, and offered a seat on the couch. When he walked by he playfully slapped me on the ass in a similar fashion that I have done to my female lovers in the past, but this I was in the female role, and it was amazing! The thought of knowing that. He swirled it round and round, holding her in place by a vise-like grip on her thighs."Nooooo dooon't..." Betty wailed helplessly, still unable to accept the illicit tonguing. But even as she protested, she became aware of new, but familiar sensations tingling deep inside her. Her body, honed to a fine edge of pleasure over the past weeks, reacted instinctively to this new variation, and began to respond to the sensual flicking of Harvey's deft tongue.Slowly, her cream-white thighs began to. . you... were in.”And I just fell back on my bed squeezing my eyes shut and I thought 'Fuck, what's wrong with me?'And Cait said “You okay?” and I said “No”.Then she said “You wanna meet up?” and it sounded like she was trying to talk through a lump in her throat also and that made me almost howl, and I said “Yeah”.So we agreed to meet at the coffee shop, and I was there forty minutes early and I checked the time on my phone every two minutes and every time I did I felt so stupid because it had.