Perhaps I had been to blunt with him, and suddenly I was afraid I had guessed wrong when he asked, “Does it taste gross?” I had to keep from laug...ing. That had to be the most honest question I’d ever been asked about that. So I smiled and said, “Truthfully, it depends on the man. Some have a more pleasant taste than others do. I’ve been told it’s the same with women.” Dawson’s face went from white to red. Okay, I knew I crossed a line, and tomorrow, when his dad came home, I was going to be. "I still don't have reading one hundred percent down,y'know?" You can't read?" I'm getting better, every few words is okay." I laid back down. "Waita second." I turned to look at him again. "You knew I was a dragon butya didn't know I couldn't read?" Just because I know everything about you doesn't mean I knoweverything about you."Chapter Six - The BeachWater. All I saw. All I heard. All I smelled. All I felt. All I tasted.It filled my mouth, my nostrils, my ears. If not for the fact that Iknew. Your pussy tightens around my cock, I see you tense, grab handful of sheet and you come, and you come. And you come again. Quick, sharp little squeals involuntarily escape from your throat. Your pussy convulses around my cock.The sounds, the sight, the intoxicating smell of your pussy and a feeling begins to overcome me. I sense the pressure starting to build. My knees start to vibrate; a shiver starts from behind them, runs up my thighs, through my ass, up to and through my spine into the very. My room was secure even from water that might have leaked under the door in a less prepared facility. I slept fitfully and roused as gray light began to filter through the white gauzy drapes. Birds sang quiet little melodies outside my room. The shower was a welcome balm to body and soul. It is funny how that can be. I slid on a pale pink thong swimsuit bottom which had been my one concession to modesty for this adventure and walked onto the softly lit beach. There was surprisingly little.