Her fingertips purposefully softly grazed the head of my penis, making me flinch in surprise of her touch. After running her hand down my thigh, again...she worked her way up. Again her soft delicate fingers sliding over the now raised material of my jeans where the head of my penis lay. It was driving me wild. Every time Sophia ran her fingers over the head and what felt like a bolt of electricity ran up my dick and up the rest of my body. By now it felt like my dick could not get any harder. My. She started undressing then, her back turned to me as she pulled her shirt off over her head. "No fair, Tina!" I said as I rolled onto my back. Tina turned around then, looking sheepish and covering her tits with her shirt. I sat up and reached out and grabbed her shirt out of her hands to expose her chest to my full view. The bra she was wearing was a black lacy thing, that pushed her small tits up so they overflowed. "See, my dick likes what I'm seeing" as it gradually returned to. I was even happier about keeping her in the dark later that same evening when, lying awake with the memories of Sissy's tearful confessions, I slipped out of bed, down the hall, and into the child's bedroom. I had "relented," and decided that a cock-slave was something I could live with, as long as it was my cock doing the enslaving.That night, Sissy satisfied youthful curiosity and instinctual lust for the first time, and found the experience to be everything hoped for and more. From that. . I am almost ashamed to admit stopping by the corner market the other day and buying a dozen of them and what I did with one of them after. The others are in my secret stash, waiting to be employed in an improper manner. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m sucking on one right now. It’s cherry flavored. I’m wondering how long before it finds its way into a different orifice… Not long, I imagine. In fact, why put off the inevitable? =^.^= I can’t describe the feeling of being naked, cum.