"A clit really and truly is made for love. Its only for lovemaking, and that makes it awesome, like a pretty flower. And so is all of you. Your lips, ...our neck and face, your hair, your breasts, your nipples, your curves, everything about you is beautiful and wonderful. Prettier than any guy could ever be. Girls are simply art. Every bit of you is prettier than any part of any guy could ever be. You are a gorgeous, sensuous work of art. Made for lovemaking."Gently Nancy kissed and embraced. He would crush her pride like stepping on a helpless butterfly fluttering in agony on the street. Her eyes looked with glazed longing at the small brown packet dangling a thousand miles above her tortured form and she fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his wickedness. She had to have that packet, she just had to. There was no other choice."I've a surprise for you, my dear," his voice suddenly broke through the barrier of her thoughts. "Remember, I told you my tastes were different.. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier and he was getting pretty vocal. I moved back up to the shaft of his dick and continued to tease him, licking, butting it against my cheek, rolling it around my lips. God, he had a nice member. My own, still trapped in my briefs, was throbbing almost painfully and was slick with precum.Daniel was loving it. At last, I took him into my mouth fully and began to suck on him properly. He gasped and clutched my head again. I reached around, put my hands. Too many men were in and out of her life. His father and mother had been divorced since Danny was twelve. Danny saw his father off and on, whenever his ship was in port. Danny's dad was a mariner on a tanker and spent most of his time at sea. It wasn't a big surprise that their marriage ended.Becca's situation was very different. After Becca was born, her mother had severe postnatal depression. She started drinking and would drink until she passed out. Becca's father tried his best to get her.