I had a girlfriend who did me back in high school, so I’m afraid whatever you do won’t measure up. If you still want to try though, I guess it wou...d be OK.”I’d run into girls before who thought only another woman could eat her pussy right. I just ignored their female superiority complexes now, and ate any girl who would let me, just because I liked the taste and feel of having my face buried between a girl’s legs.I went to work on Jean’s thin, strong body with my fingers, lips, tongue, and. We both ordered coffee.Once the coffee was delivered, Tamara began to speak. "John, there are a few things that I need to get off my chest."First, I don't just own a hair salon. I actually own twenty salons, in four states. They were my grandmother's. Once the divorce was final, she 'sold' them to me for a song. I grew up around them and I was the only one in the family that took an interest. I've been running them for the past five years. She wanted me to have them before she died so the. It was completely packed. She had to stand on a spare wheel which was kept inside the bus. She was standing by raising her hands to hold the handle up top.I was in a complete party because my face was directly in front of her armpit. It was drenched in her sweat as she was sweating profusely. I was just wondering how good is her choice. Because the perfume she wore was giving a very sexual aroma by mixing in her sweat.A drop off her sweat just fell on my nose from her forehead. I wiped it with. " What did you do instead?" Got stoned. Hung out. Fucked girls. Had fun. I'm a genius at parties, the ultimate party animal. When the rave thing began, I glommed on immediately. I found my calling. The planning, the advertising, acquiring the space, finding the time and place for maximum volume and crowding with minimum risk of getting busted, I discovered an endeavor worth working my butt off. I loved every second of it." Did you get busted?" Not really. We got raided a couple times, but I had.