Something not a part of my legacy as a McKesson. Those who lived within the Light did not know of this; weren't capable of using emotion like they did...Light.I could though. What was I?By Christmas of my sophomore year at Bret Hart high, Teddy Seville and I were universally accepted as a couple. I'd found barely a twinge of regret at Ben's choice. His girlfriend Kristina in fact, became one of the small group that Teddy and I socialized with outside of school. She was just so sweet and outgoing,. ’ ‘Yeah? I think it does…’ I responded, adding, ‘And it feels great too!’ My remark prompted her to reach into my groin and run her hand over the area, trailing her fingers down, around, and then off of my balls. ‘Nice and smooth,’ she stated, ‘Just the way we like ’em. Right Tiff?’ ‘Uh-HUH,’ the girl answered before dropping to her knees on the blanket and engulfing my manhood. Cheryl snorted, ‘You could have at least kissed your mom before sticking that nasty thing in your mouth!’ Tiffany. A little perfume in my modest cleavage added some scent to the air as I waited under the awning, smoking a cigarette. She pulled into the lot slowly, looking around. I waved and her face lit up as she spotted me and drove to the curb."Hi," she said. "Where do you want to go?"I knew she meant for coffee, but I couldn't help but think 'anywhere you are, darling girl.' I hoped she was younger than me, I hoped she would like me.I hoped a myriad things in the few seconds it took to get in her car. I got closer to it, looking at the nice pink labia lips, and the smooth mound above it, and the little fold of skin above her clitoris. It was perfectly symmetrical. It almost looked like a painting of what a vagina should look like as opposed to what one actually does look like. My face was about two inches away, and I got my first whiff of what an aroused pussy smelled like, a musky, earthy, yet sweet smell. I sat there and took in this new odor and decided to move on to the next one. I.