“What do you think it is?” “Well I don’t really know…” I muttered. “Really?” She was surprised. “Have you never drunk before?” “...ell...” “Wow! And I bet you’ve never even seen one of these!” Emily exclaimed while pulling a large glass tube with what looked like a stem coming out of it near the bottom. “It’s a bong,” she explained with a smile. “Or a water pipe if you’re in a head shop and don’t wanna get kicked out.” “Oh! And you smoke… Marijuana with that?” I asked. “Yes-sir-ree-ma’am,” she. " "Better?" I almost whimpered. "Yeah." Daddy said. "All I have to do is this." And Daddy's fingersbegan to gently pull the skin of my wienie back and forth, making it wiggleover the tip and back. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever felt before,my dick was sending such pleasure up through it into my body, and it wasall due to Daddy's wonderful fingers, moving up and down on my dick. I moaned and laid my head on Daddy's shoulder, looked up at him,smiling down at me, and I said,. It was the "male" thing, the pride of ownership, and maybe ego. She hugged Tim to her and said, "Truthfully, I'm not sure what the word really means. However, I know that you're not a wimp. You're as much a man as anyone I have ever known!" she said sincerely, then paused. "I know this sounds incredibly self-serving, but I think you are more of a man because of what we do." What do you mean by that?" Tim asked curiously."Well, I don't believe most men could handle it. A man has to be very. I wanted to have her, but on my terms.“Oh fuck please,” she grunted quietly. “Don’t tease me. Make me cum Munna,” she whispered. I did not respond. I sucked her clit into my mouth, clamping my teeth over it securely, and thrashed it with my tongue. Her hips exploded upwards, lifting my head and shoulders above the couch. I held one for dear life as she started bucking under me. As her hips humped up and down, I thrashed her sensitive clit in my mouth, smearing my face back and forth in her.