It could move rapidly, or so slowly it was barely moving. It was warm, and wet like a vagina...yet it was most definitely not a vagina. It was his mou...h! His tongue! His lips!With women, I'd always had trouble lasting very long once we started fucking, but with Bob's mouth, it was very different. He seemed to be able to read my thoughts and feelings from the other side of that shut door, THROUGH my cock some how; and he used that knowledge to work me into a sexual frenzy I'd never known. I finally rationalised my dilemma; "You can alwaysdrive out to "Sweeties" and see what it is like from the outside" Ithought. "If it looks too sleazy, you don't have to go in; just drive homeagain." So that is what I decided to do. "Sweeties" didn't open until 9:00pm and I thought it would be a good idea to get there just a bit afterthat time so as to be able to observe the sort of people going into theclub.I started to get ready about 5:00pm. I knew in my head that this was a bitearly, but I. If she ever did. (I was still incredulous over the offer to "Take care" of her in all senses of the phrase!) I figured that one fuck from her was a fluke. More than that was unlikely. I definitely did not know how differently Tammy's mind worked from 'ordinary' women! Not yet anyway!Tammy said, "No you CAN'T sleep out here"... she was crying more openly now. "Stay with me, could you hold me... I'm feeling all fucked up... I need that. Please?" A very large snuffle and she wiped her runny nose. “Make sure you have some condoms, OK?”I nodded, making a mental note to stop and get some. Our kissing finally halted when her cell phone rang. It was John, checking on her.“I stopped by the drugstore for some makeup,” she lied. “I’ll be home in a few minutes.”Turning to me, she sighed and said it was time for her to go. “He’ll be out in his car looking for me if I don’t go now.”“Gym tomorrow?” I asked as she straightened her clothes.“Sure thing,” she nodded, “and then here after the gym on.