While there I started getting stuck into my favorite drink, Jim Beam, and flirting with a few guys. One in particular, it was that person I saw a week...ago driving that black car pumping out that god awful R’n B music. Ok maybe it was the amount of alcohol I’d consumed or maybe I was deprived of what I up until November took for granted. All I know, I wanted to get shagged.“Hey baby doll, how about you came back to my place and party” He said to me. He looked like a Lebanese Australian, too me.. I needed…” what the hell was it I had needed? For a moment all I could think was what I needed was a good fucking, but I could not say that!! “I needed something for a headache.” I finally managed. “Oh. I have some in my room if you still need some.” I turned and followed the retreating steps trying my damndest to come up with an apology. She was standing next to her bed in a night shirt that barely covered her beautiful round ass. The dim light from the bedside lamp made the shirt almost. It seems kind of pointless. Who would get pleasure out of asking something like this?"Jake said, "I don't know." He thought for a minute. Pleasure, he wondered. "So you'd feel better about saying 'yes' to people if you knew they'd get pleasure out of it?" Well sure," said Abbie, still mopping the floor. "I just want to help make people happy!" So what if I asked you to ..." he paused, and swallowed nervously. "To ... suck my dick, right here in the break room."Abbie looked up at him. Suddenly. It was similar to my wife’s although she didn’t shave completely.‘Suck it you slut.’ She pulled my head into her cunt, my tongue was already out as she pressed my face into her crotch. The moment my tongue hit her wet slit I knew something was different but I started to lick her anyway. Her lips parted easily and my tongue slid over her enlarged clit. She was very sensitive and I could feel her legs trembling as I slowly lapped at her clit. She pressed her hands against the back of my head and.