Well I had never even seen one except in some pictures from books, so I didn’t even know that was what they looked like. Well NOW I know. Not very ...retty, if you ask me. Pussies are much nicer. I think I was developing a thirst for pussy juice. I sat there for two orgasms, pulled it out, licked the juice off of it, and hopped back in the tub.While I was exploring this new thing, the other two girls were busy doing the same thing with vibrators they had. I guess Wendy had put them out earlier. "Ignorance is bliss."Yuk, yuk, yuk. But her dad, who was standing between us, laughed."Touché," he said as he handed me the week's money for the paper.She could have topped it simply by calling me a faggot, but not with her dad there, and besides, that level of sophistication was beyond her.Another time, I challenged her to name five presidents from the first half of the 20th century. She did it, barely, with some help from her mother, who was one of the loveliest women I've ever met. I never. She pulled away from him, then slipped on, unfastening his belt and tugging his trousers and briefs down. For a moment, she looked up at him, her soft brown eyes drowning him with desire as she slowly licked the underside of his cock. She licked up and down his length, coating his cock with moisture before taking him into her mouth. He looked down, watching her tantalizing him. He snaked his hands through her hair. Jennifer hummed some gibberish as she fellated him, sending thrills up and. "No, I'm fine..." Her voice trailed off as Grant leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her neck. Lindsay bit her bottom lip and looked into his eyes. She placed her small hand on his long, lean leg squeezing a little. Lindsay suddenly realized what she was doing and she jumped up off the couch, walking over to the other side of the room. "What’s wrong, Lindsay?" Lindsay crossed her arms. "We just met." Grant walked over to Lindsay, his long legs only taking two steps to reach her. He put his.