" It's really small, what's it do?" Well, it's like the head of your penis or that good spot right underneath the head. I'll bet you know what I mean?...I nodded and she went on, "It's really sensitive and rubbing it or licking it really gets a girl off in a big way. It's like hot-button or a love-button. See?" She began slowly rubbing small circles around it as her head fell back and her eyes closed. "Mmm, mmm, yeah, that's the clit, it's a girl's best friend. Whew, I better stop." Why?" I asked. .."Pete was mesmerized by the beautiful faceting in the single gem in thering. He figured his current girlfriend would love it."So, how much for the little gem, old man?"The old man scoffed at the brashness of this little scruff, but a grinsoon formed as he saw what was to happen..."For you, a mere 50 dollars." He knew quite well that once the magictrapped within had its fun, it would return to the shop for a rest.Pete grumbled a bit, as that was a good bit of beer money, but whatever,he had to. "Screaming orgasm - that's another thing that only happens in erotic fiction."Now I was getting somewhere. I had been looking for someone who could confirm that it was possible to have a satisfying sex life with a man and so far I was under the impression that Sylvie was such a person. But her comment about screaming orgasms being an invention of fiction writers made me think otherwise. But this wasn't a game of one-upmanship, we weren't playing 'my sex life is better than yours', so I decided. She didn’t have panties on and she had a neatly trimmed bush. She pulled on her pink panties and stood in front of me. “How do they look?” She asked “Great,” I said, getting into it more and more. “I gotta’ pee” She said. She took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and peed, making a hissing sound as her urine sprayed into the toilet water. “I guess I’m an exhibitionist,” She laughed. “I guess so,” I said “Do you mind?” She asked “No, not at all,” I replied. “Good,.