“How many girls?”I think about it for a moment as I count in my head. “Ten,” I finally say as her mouth drops open.“Who,” she grins excite... to get some gossip to share with the cheerleaders.“It’s none of your business whom I have sex with. It is between me and the girl. Plus, telling you would be like telling the national news,” I blurt out as she smirks. “Now why do you need to know?”“Mike said I’m not good at sex,” she starts as I really don’t want to have this conversation with my. "Cassie sat there and looked at me with a stunned expression on her face. "What? But I thought we had something going for us. I thought that you loved me." I do Cassie, but being in love doesn't automatically mean that I have to be stupid. I'm not about to marry a woman who always seems to find a really cute guy that she wants to get to know better. You have been doing that to me for as long as we have been keeping company and I love you so much that I always ended up forgiving you for it and. .. my pussy's so wet.... please..?"I could only nod as I started to get up. Kaitlin was quick to take off her pants, "Just lay back.. I'll sit on your face, OK?"It was fine by me since I was too tired to stay on my knees much longer. I laid on my back and soon got an intense view of Kaitlin's own virgin pussy, completely shaved smooth. With her muff in my face, I soon took hold of her hips and started licking her nice and slow, this time giving attention to her clit. "Ugghh... oh wow... this. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so taken, and I wonder if he would actually take me, given a.