This was cunnilingus heknew, that strange word for oral sex with a pussy. Washe supposed to lick or kiss or what? He had teeth andtongue and lips. He...tried to remember the porn he’dwatched, it looked easy enough in the movies. He‘dlistened to others tell all about their talents wheneating hair pie. He raised his head and looked. Allthat pink wetness, the trimmed hair. She still heldherself open and Paul could see the hole where hiscock was supposed to go and above it what he was surewas her. What ever, our close-mouthed press went on like that for nearly a minutethen I felt Tim part, looking at once awed at my glistening dreamy eyesas though he were shocked and fascinated and confused all at once."Jeesus..." he breathed aloud, the awe and confusion left his face witha nodding smile. "Yea, different enough!" he quipped with a sharedchuckle that ended as our faces leaned together again for anotherinnocent press, and through it I hadn't even noticed that he'dunwittingly been clasping. Now she started playing video clips of music bands that the younger girls liked. She kept the volume down to a tolerable level, which I was grateful for, but it added to the general atmosphere.My little companion stirred and looked up at me. “May I please look at your watch?” she said in a soft voice. I held my watch up where she could see it and she timed her pulse.“Five beats slower than with Mr Puretti,” she said. “But I stayed with you longer so that might explain it. This was really. My right hand slides down from the back of his skull, down his neck and shoulder, across his pec where that lovely vibration is also noticeable, down his slightly inhumanly shaped torso and between his legs.His cock is already reaching eagerly for my touch and we both make deep noises when I make contact, slipping him into my palm and giving him a long, twisting tug. The appendage twitches and flexes against my fingers and the copious lubrication spills out between my knuckles.Behind me, Rune.