The fluid was a lubricant, no doubt; certainly, it wasn't urine. And the taste of his glans was probably not much different than if she had licked his...hip - maybe a bit more salty or musky, but not much, especially straight from the bath!Alan wrestled with himself for control; the warm, wet, supple flash from her tongue, atop the stimulation she had already heaped upon him, had him boiling, his control tenuous. He wouldn't last long; maybe he'd better bring up ejaculation? "What're you going to. My father is actually the one who made it easier on me, by completely pretending nothing had happened. He treated me with mere chaste and fatherly affection, if anything, he touched me even less than before as if he was aware that my reaction might give away some new fear or loathing. My mother thought I was going through some particularly annoying phase of teen-aged angst and she let me know she didnt have the patience for it. So, I had to at least pretend to be normal, even though inside my. Then you will have one minute with me. Enjoy! There will be plenty to follow, we promise.” Ron was convinced he had died and gone to heaven, but he was fired on by the excitement in Alison’s face. The lust with which his kiss was being met spurred him on even more. His cock was so hard he had to pause the actions to adjust its lie in his trousers, and in that moments break Ali whispered, “That looks promising Ron.” He played with her nipples giving them a gentle squeeze and his excitement found. Get turned on. Get the motor revving.”“Does it turn you on? Get your motor revving?” she asked.“You turn me on and do all the revving my motor can handle,” he said affectionately.“All right then, before. Before us. When you didn’t have anybody. Did you—”“Did I go to strip shows and nudie bars and that?” he asked. “Not a lot. But I’ve been, yeah. And yes, before you ask, it was sort of a turn-on. I mean, I’m a guy, I like looking at pretty naked women. Hell, if one walked in right now I’d look.