Another hot jet and I savored the taste before it went down my throat. The third and fourth I let linger in my mouth, playing with his cock’s head a...d letting it and my tongue distribute his taste all around my mouth before finally swallowing the last of his seed. I slowed my mouth play now to let him recover while I made sure every drop of him wasn’t wasted. When I finally let him slip from my mouth I looked up. He lay in the half reclined seat in a post-orgasmic dream but then sat up, almost. As a teenage girl you learn the fact of life quickly, as you are now a breed-able ticking bomb, but strangely enough, you learn from other species, not because they teach you in school, no you learn from men, such as the old farmer of my riding school, when I was f******n, he made his girls watch their horses sired by the stallion, and marveled as we nubile nymphs stared at the bigger than life penis, the continuous prodding before the penetration, each of us girls willing it to find the right. I, myself, just buy name brands. They are all sold at department stores and they are the same items, so I look for sales.”“Ok. So I can get something at WalMart and it will go over just as good as something from Victoria’s Secret or a specialty lingerie shop.”“Nope; If you do that it will seem ... pedestrian.” Sarah paused to think about the cool word she had just used. “Something from a special shop will be finely tailored and send a sweet refined message.”“So what is the best shop in town for. Jane’s mind went blank. ‘Hello?’ he said again. ‘Ummmm…’ There was a beat, and then, ‘Jane?’ She inhaled, pushing hair behind one of her ears, then forced herself to speak. ‘Yes! Hey, Danny.’ ‘Hi there.’ ‘I’m calling because…’ she halted. Why’d she call? ‘Is everything okay?’ Jane could sense the amusement in his voice and ground her jaw. ‘Yes. Fine. Listen, we never set a date for dinner.’ He started to say something, but Jane spoke over him. ‘So, I’m thinking, dinner at my place on Friday?.