It’s VERY nice and it’s not a penis. It’s a cock or a dick. When you talk with your doctor it’s a penis but when you’re with a lady it’s a...cock.”“I love hearing you say those words.”“You like me talking about how big your COCK is or how much I want to suck your DICK?””Oh yeah,” I croaked.She kissed my stomach and made a trail of kisses going lower. My cock was still twitching from excitement. Miss Miller licked my ball sac and sucked on my balls. I’d never heard of this, but it was great. Then. " It's possible," Hanna said. "A lot of girls have that little piece of skin destroyed by dancing, or horseback riding, or something like that." And I don't know why Father's so concerned anyway," Cheryl went on. "I can't stand Jake Peterson's son Rob. He smells." But if you don't know any different..." It was like a great light went off in her head. Hanna explored the idea that had just popped into her head. It was all an ego boost, and women wouldn't know any different if the guy couldn't. I instinctively gave her better access by moving my legs apart although it took several moments to realize the special treatment I was receiving and from who. One index finger found that sweet spot behind my testicles pressing in ever so nicely. Jane was arousing me, deliberately pleasuring me, turning me on, and my attention soared. Something must have overcome her. Perhaps the stress of the trip to Colorado. Maybe the pressure of the unknown of the surgery. Maybe I kicked the sheet off while. Especially since my son had a raging hard on the entire trip. I had to force myself not to grab that cock the whole way. Its not that I was above doing that sort of thing. In fact, Ive been sleeping with my daughter for the lat year, ever since she turned twelve and, believe it or not, seduced me. Shes just like her mother, a very horny little slut. Hell, by twelve I was fucking guys twice my age, which is why I have two kids at the age of thirty-one. But thats a different story. As for my son,.