Whydid I let Tammy talk me into this? No, it wasn't really Tammy's fault.She did help by saying that she was going to get rid of the medallion,but I'm...the one who wanted to use it last night. She wanted to wait foranother night, but not me. It's my fault. Damn! I almost wish I'd nevertold her about the stupid thing. I tell you, boy. I want no part ofthat damn thing now. I'd be happy not to see the thing again. Even ifit meant that I'd have to stay Debbie permanently. No, not. I moaned out loud as my hips bucked forward involuntarily and she moaned in response, one hand on my waist, holding herself firmly in place and the other having found its way to my balls, cradling them gently.Making eye contact she pulled back until only the head was in her mouth before sucking all down one side and then licking my ball sack as her hand moved to run up and down my hard, wet, member.Temporarily immobilised by the amazing sensations I soon regained full awareness and, hands still. The tits themselves looked like marble, blue veins showing slightly below the flesh. At the base each breast had been pulled through 3 consecutive plastic rings, each about 1 inch in width and 4 inches in diameter, thus reducing her breasts to 3 inch long tubes. The remaining breast sat on top of that flesh tube, looking like a ball of flesh on a vase. Each nipple was a dark red meat, resembling a tiny finger. They were about 2 inches in length. Looking closer, Janet saw that each nipple had a. I didn’t know what to feel, this was outside my experience. I knew very little of sexual matters; Mum hadn’t had “that talk” with me yet. All I had to guide me was some schoolyard here-say. My ears felt hot, I knew I was blushing and could only manage a stammered, “yes.”“You haven’t done anything with a girl before, have you,” Jan asked.One good thing about being small like me is nobody expects you to be a macho man so I said, “no, but I have thought about it often enough.”“What do you do when.