You say fuck it why not? Off you go to their room for drinks and the interesting social embarrassments of meeting new people.A few bad jokes and sever...l drinks later there is a knock at the door, it's the fashionable late friend who is a blonde bombshell in an itty bitty skirt. You gravitate towards the new comer, getting her a few drinks and getting to know her better all while that special little mental censer that points out the fun ones to dominate is going nuts over her.So now your both. If I can’t eat it, I certainly can’t fuck it. I have a rule about cleanliness too.”“Well, then I’m not sure how that’s going to go. You see, I just ended my little girly week, and that can have an affect on the taste. Even though I am very clean.”“I have no problem taking you in the shower and cleaning you up first.”“Mmmm. You just made me wet. Damn you! I’m trying to drive!”“Ha ha. Sorry.”“You’re not sorry. And I should warn you about something too.”“Oh? And what’s that?”“I have a tendency to. ” The man grinned nervously, and waved away Erica’s own apology as being something entirely unnecessary to proffer. “Not at all, not at all, I was lost in my own world, and...” the man’s voice trailed off as whatever reserves of willpower he was using to look Erica in the eyes were finally exhausted, and his gaze settled lovingly on the bountiful lands of promise immediately below. Erica felt a tsunami of embarrassment sweep over her as she became incredibly self-conscious of her exposure in. While she licked, kissed and sucked on my nipples her hands were working on my belt and my zipper. I felt my trousers fall to my ankles and she squatted down on her heels and her mouth traced a pattern from my chest to my belly button. She stopped there just long enough to swirl her tongue in it and then her mouth moved farther down as her hands pushed my boxers down to join my trousers in a puddle around my feet. Her hand reached for my ball sac and she drew her nails lightly over them."Step.