”I chuckled and replied, “Aren’t they all the same.”“Oh no, they are all different. Some are even ugly. Yours is so nicely shaped and propor...ioned. May I have a taste?” she asked.I smiled and responded, “Has anyone ever refused?”She smiled, looked right at me, bent forward, and kissed the tip of my cock. I uncontrollably jerked and moaned. She bent lower and let her tongue lick up from the base of my cock right up to the tip. She then let her tongue circle the head sending shock waves through. We were in each other’s arms. I lifted her chin and leaned over to kiss her. Slowly I explored her lips with mine.Then I parted her lips to explore her mouth with my tongue. I continued this slow, sensual exploration until we were both gasping for air. As we pulled apart, she moaned. I just smiled, knowing the reaction was mutual. I took her hand and placed it where she could feel the proof of my arousal.As her right hand explored this ‘evidence,’ her left wandered to my chest. She unbuttoned. He raised his eyebrows comically, lit the joint and plopped down beside me. With one leg thrown companionably over mine, he settled back into his pillow, took a long hit and turned to me. “So, tell me about your life.” Although we had talked a long time the night before, it turned out we hadn’t exhausted every topic. We talked about our home towns, our siblings and parents, our schools and jobs and girlfriends, our wives and kids, our ambitions and achievements and failures. After about an. "I may even make you exhibit your body for others to see. Remember, that's how you met Bethany and when we went to supper last night. I will order your bathing suits from Wicked Weasel. If you stay with me long, you will come to think they cover a lot."I grinned as Taylor shivered but smiled. I added, "Do either of you have any questions?"Bethany said, "No, Master. Even being spanked, swatted and stroked has excited me even more than I would ever have believed."Taylor looked at me and then lay.