The sadness in her eyes almost started me cryingagain. "Dearheart, who in the world would call you such an awful thing?"I almost said my father, but t...at wasn't exactly true. He had asked me ifI wanted people thinking I was a freak when he saw me in a dress on myfifth birthday, but that wasn't exactly the same thing as calling me one."Does it really matter if anybody said it? I'm a girl who thinks she's aboy." It took me a second before I realized what I meant to say had comeout backwards. "I. My nipples were as hard as stones, stinging as if they would burst. ‘Olu… you’re amazing…’ I whispered as my eyes rolled up into my head. It was when he began munching in earnest that I completely lost control. I was drunk on arousal, and I fell deeper into the spell with each stroke of Olu’s tongue. He devoured me, slicing his tongue between my lips and inside my pussy, and sucking my clit with zeal. I wrapped my thighs around his head, lost to everything but my flooding pussy and his. He said there's not a lot that doesn't happen. Couples will pull up and you can watch them in the car if you want. Sometimes the wife will give you a tug. Is that the sort of thing you were looking for he asked? I thought to myself I've come this far I might as well go for it. I said I was hoping to find some male masturbation fun. Ok he said I'm sure we can find some. He got up and told me to walk with him. We crossed a little clearing and came to the back of some disused buildings. We walked. The motel and this room particularly were often used for sexual assignations and the showerhead with its long hose was an accessory. As Ramsay rinsed the suds from Julie's plump body he introduced her to the new sensations of having her pussy and her clit pummeled by the hot, pulsating spray. The deacon enjoyed holding the girl upright and hearing her hot, trembling cries as he took her through three orgasms before toweling her off and leading her back to the bed."But Deacon Ramsay? That's.