“Your hair,” I said nodding towards her lustrous brunette locks.“Oh yeah, thanks,” she said as she sat back on her heels and slipped the hair-...and off her wrist.“What?” Tanya asked.“Uncle Jeff taught me to always make sure I pull my hair back in a ponytail when I’m going to be using my mouth,” Emma said as she gathered her hair and slipped it through the elasticized ring.“Well, your Uncle Jeff is just full of good ideas.” Tanya gave me a broad smile and a silent nod as if to say “Way to go, you. But it's only just starting for me. I have The best of The fun to come, and this is where your torture gets more intense." She bent down and put her mouth to mine, exploring with her tongue. One hand slid down my chest and took hold of a nipple, and as our tongues continued to explore each other she squeezed it and massaged it until I could hardly bear The exquisite agony. And yet I couldn't open my mouth to gasp or exclaim because her mouth was clamped tightly to mine.At length she released. He wasn’t chickening out, was he?My bird looked well pissed off.“Am I not gonna see any cock action then or what?”I gave her a frown.“Don’t be harsh on him. He’s a bit shy, that’s all. It’s you scaring him off.”“What the fuck have I done?”“Your skirt’s halfway up your fanny!”“Has he gone home or what? Where is he? Gavin!”“What?”“Are you all right, cock?”I shook me head.“Course he’s all right. Leave him alone.”“But I wanna see some cock on cock action.”“I know what’ll get him going.”While my. It made her nervous. Gerald hung out with some older men, and even Cathy's mother, who wasn't too critical of Cathy's friends, had said that she didn't like "that Gerald or his questionable friends." I don't know, Steph. Wait till I ask Mom." Oh, you chicken. Why do you always have to ask your mother?" Because!" Cathy said, slamming the phone down on the table, and storming out to the kitchen."May I go to Stephanie's house, Mother?" she asked, her tone belligerent. Her mother laughed."Well, of.