“You sure do have a beautiful penis, mister.”This was something that had become a game between us; she would say some variation of those same word..., and I would try to come up with some silly, funny, or clever response. It had started the first time she had paid my package the compliment and I hadn’t really known how to respond. “Thanks” had seemed somehow inadequate or inappropriate, and “Thanks, you too,” surely didn’t apply, so I had made some inane remark that made her laugh, and it grew. It's the symbolism that's important.She smiled to herself.Maybe we really are on the same wavelength, she mused, pen in her mouth and staring out the window. At last the bell sounded, signalling the end of her final lecture of the day. Accounting bored her to tears. She rolled her eyes when she remembered she had 'a double' the next day.She'd slung her backpack over her shoulder and barely stepped into the corridor before her roommates accosted her. It was rare to run into them on campus and. To be fair, if I hadnt insisted on sucking off Mr Smith then I wouldnt have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesomes , with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich. It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still had plenty of summer left ahead of me. I had come out of the babysitting gig with a few hundred. She finally came with a loud scream. She violently shook during her orgasm as I wouldn’t stop playing with her clitoris even then.After she was done cumming, I started kissing her again. And then, I told her “Akka, my little brother is waiting hungrily for you…” She was shocked and said, “I have never done it before tammu.. I feel.. “. I told her “Akka if you want to loosen up and get married, you have to learn to give pleasure too”. She reluctantly went down on me and started to lick my penis.