Again, Channing's commitment to this new fashion constantly amazed me.In contrast to his desire for smooth hairless skin, he insisted that hemust keep...his hair at least shoulder length and we had been to this samesalon countless times over the summer until he had just the right cut,color, and high-lights. He kept it perfectly shampooed and used a widevariety of styling products and even begged me to let him use my curlingiron, so the ends would curl under to frame his face. It all seemed. She walked over to the fireplace, and I couldn’t take my eyes of her. She reached for the brush and stood in front of the mirror. Craning her neck to see properly she moaned. ‘This mirror’s far too high; I don’t know what dad was thinking about when he put it up here.’ She stepped onto the hearth to give her some more height but still had to stand on tiptoes and stretch to see her reflection. As she did so her vest raised up to expose her midriff and the hem of her kilt crept up to expose the. We kiss passionately for a few minutes. Then it is my turn.I kiss her softly on her tender neck. I was so tempted to give her a hickey on her neck, but for some reason I did not. I kissed my way down to those perfect mounds, and kissed and sucked both her breast and nipples. My hand was busy stroking her stomach, and then her thighs. I could feel her start to tight up in pleasure. I was sucking on her nipple like a baby who was trying to get some milk out. My hand was rubbing her outer lips of. " I-I want to know what a penis looks like," she said in a small husky voice."Very good, Pyx. It took a lot of courage to say that. I'm proud of you."She blushed, but also looked proud. "Thank you, sir." Now, before I answer the question, I have one for you: Describe a breast for me."She tried a few words, but found that she couldn't accurately. "I can't," she said finally"It's the same with your question. I can't describe a penis. It is easier to show you."A mixture of fear and curiosity.