But with all that whacking of my non-bushy bush I was a rather bushwhacked teen-angel when I crawled out of bed in the morning and not even a sugar-ri...h bowl of Unicorn Froot Loops could put a little sparkle and glitter in my day. Then I remembered that it was Candy's Birthday and just knew that the day would be super-scrummy dumptious and filled with ecstatic bliss. So it was fantabulous that the wardrobe of predictability had the most fabulous party dress; a completely sheer halter-neck. Yes, you do fit nicely around my penis, but that's just proof that we are a perfect fit for each other."She sobbed and threw herself into my embrace, and I held her until the emotions passed, then moved us under the spray and started washing her beautiful body. She calmed under my ministrations, and we finished the shower with no more than the usual amount of caressing, fondling, and enjoying.After getting dried, we donned shorts, t-shirts, and sandals, and grabbed a quick breakfast. We loaded. She smiled at both of us and I looked deep into her eyes, receiving back a delighted satisfied glow.We all agreed that it had been a wonderful experience and one to start us off on a new tack in our sex life. What shook me was what happened next.Debbie stood and went upstairs to freshen up. Mike looked at me, nodded towards my cock and said 'That looks a lovely cock you have there Ray.''Thank you.' I replied, 'Yours is pretty nice too.'Have you ever had another man?' He asked smiling.I had to. I cannot think why. Canyou, Ovidia?" Bacchus is the patron of all wine," I said, recalling what one youngreveler had once told me. "He enjoys all wine equally."Iunia's face became serious, as she seemed to recognize the phrase I hadspoken. "But there is one vintage," she said, keeping her tones quiet andneutral, "which his revelers especially enjoy. Not any mere bottle ofcaricarum will do: it must be the Golden Fig. Yes, Ovidia -- do not bestartled -- your husband has told me. I have.