I'd hold her head against my chest while she slept and kiss her forehead, my hand just big enough to hold the length of her head, brushing her hair be...ind her ear.Sometimes when she was really down, some sort of body/face dysmorphia, I'd set her down in front of a body mirror, take her hands into mine, wrap my arms and hers around her, hold her tight with her hands tucked under her chin with mine holding them together and make her say at least five nice things about herself, including that she. She then took me in hand and started to wank me. “Will you suck my cock Jen?” She didn’t answer, just repositioned herself and took my knob into her mouth. She would only take about an inch to two inches in, but the feeling of her lips against my sensitive knob felt great. She licked the underside of my cock, and massaged my balls. She sucked on my knob whilst slowly anking the rest of my cock. It felt great. After about 10 minutes I moved her back so that she was again lying next to me. I. “I was expecting posters for Broadway musicals and pictures of naked guys.” “What a fucking stereotype!” Luke laughed. “Gay people are just like other people. We aren’t all alike, we don’t all like the same things. Except, we all do like guys.” “You know,” I said, “my gay fraternity brothers were like that. No posters, no pictures of naked guys. I thought it was just so they could fit in. “Most of them didn’t advertise that they were gay,” I continued. “None, though, tried to hide it. I first. A slow, long swipe of my tongue across her spikey pit, first one then the other – that musky half old taste of deodorant, then down to her neck – she wrinkles up because she hates her neck being tickled like this – she giggles.Slowly, I trace my now drying (wet it again then) tongue down to her pussy hair (now that’s never shaved) and I breath in – wonderful that gorgeous smell of sweat and sex.I can’t wait to delve into her pussy, I sit back on my knees and lift her legs up to press them back.