She even almost took the entire thing into her mouth as I was shooting. I spurted too many times to count – besides, I was preoccupied and not count...ng anyway. I shivered as my load finished leaping into her mature mouth and the she withdrew all but the head and worked the rim with her lips and tongue. She was looking up at me and I was dizzy with pleasure. She sucked me off better then it felt when I jerked off.She let my still at half mast cock fall from her mouth. She kissed the head and. "I want that too," Beth and Sally chorused."There's one last thing before you're one of us girls," Beth explained."We can't call you Steve. That's a boy's name." Well, I can't use Sally for a name," I told them with a smile towardsSally."Stephanie?" Sally asked."No, too close to Steven," I replied. "I want something special."We all thought until Judy shouted, "Sophia!" Yeah!" I agreed before hugging them.We ran outside before continuing to sing, "Playmate."That continued until my mom called. "But 'sex poetry'. What exactly is it?" Poems about sex. The before. The after. The during. The wanting. The missing. The having. You know." What about love and affection? What about the virtues of chastity and fidelity? Do these have a part to play in 'sex poetry'?" Of course they do. You don't just write about fucking. Although, fucking's mostly what it's about. And BJs, DP, BDSM, homosexuality. Everything." Homosexuality?" wondered Albert, who reasoned that this was surely something the Good. Now I'd never touched a girls asshole let alone licked it but I couldn't resist. "Ryan!" she exclaimed as my tongue rimmed her hole (a piece of jargon I have since picked up). She bucked and moaned again, especially when I managed to wedge a finger into her pussy hole.After a while I realized she was pushing my knee up and trying to get her head between my own legs. I bent my hips forward to help and soon felt her tongue licking me there! I couldn't believe we were doing this. Eventually this.