“Do women really do that?” he asked.“Those that want to please you, will,” I told him. “In my case, as with a lot of women, I get a lot of p...easure knowing that you are excited enough to ejaculate into my mouth. I tasted you earlier and I found your sperm to be delicious and I can’t wait to feel your dick spurting in my mouth.”“OK, that sounds like fun, as I know it certainly felt good when I ejaculated out on the sofa,” he said.“Just lay back and watch me, if you like, or just close your eyes. I imagine her holding up the panties, staring directly at the mold of myprick and balls in the panties. Maybe she tried to smooth out thewrinkles. Pressed her hand over the bulge in the panties. Giggled asshe thought about my penis permanently trapped in the panties, and now inher hands. She might have tickled the panties with her long fingernail. Tickled the impression of my erect dick. Toyed with her new toy, herson's imprisoned hardon.She doesn't say anything, but soon after that things. His stubble raked my smooth belly and then lower to my inner thighs, teasing me, lapping ad my dewy folds until I arched and quaked whimpering his name begging and promising and swearing until he would hover over me and thrust his hard cock so deeply into me I would hurtle over the precipice of lust, bring me to the point of no return where I’d whirl into a vortex of lost need as my orgasm took all control from me. He always left me sweating, panting and shuddering in completion. I was sure. But this, this is a big shock. I just wish I understood what goes through your head.”And with that she bent close and whispered in my ear:“Well I can show you.”She bent over and unzipped my pants. Now follow me people. I’m a goddamn tool. I don’t know jack-shit about girls, or sex, or even the fucking stork and here’s a girl ( a perverted freak at that) reaching into my crotch and whipping out my dick. And that’s not all. She licked her lips. Kissed my head, and dove right in. I watched.