How is it that I speak to her now with caution, measuring my words carefully in case she's trying to set a trap? Isn't she the same woman to whom I drunkenly confessed, "You've got a great pussy"? The same woman whose tongue has caressed the tiny wart behind my scrotum? How many hours did I spend with her nipples deep in my mouth as I sucked them ferociously, priming her squeals of delight when I would blow cool air across them, sending them into rigidity? I remember the taste of her labia as I parted them with my tongue. Her pleas of "oh yes. THAT." as I would draw her slippery clitoris past… 阅读更多内容