With that Stan's dick slid past her tight throat again. Her body shook with the thought and the realization that his dick was down her throat. For the...second time. She slid herself past the halfway point and bobbed up and down with delight.“I think you're ready. Let's head to the bedroom.” Sally pulled off his dick reluctantly. Her mind was stuck on something as Stan urged her out of the living room. Stan kept his hand on the plug as he guided her hesitantly to the bedroom. “Are you sure this. What the fuck did thatmean? ?Ted help me be more comfortable with a man's body? The hell--?? Don's jawdropped as he looked suspiciously at the uncomfortable Ted. Celeste smiledat Don. ?Well, you know Ted pretty well, y'all were in the R.O.T.C. together,you play squash, all that good shit, and you're both in the Polyamoury Society?Whobetter to help you get comfortable with male-male sexuality?? Ted looked imploringly at Celeste. ?Honey please?Don doesn't really want to?? Celestegiggled, and her. She settled on a black mini skirt, no hose, a white button-down short-sleeve top, a little too much make-up, with her long curly brown hair down. At the last minute she decided to wear a choker her mom had, even though it almost pushed her over the top to a, “Yes, I’m down for fucking,” look. She put her dad's snub nose thirty-eight in her purse, just in case. He had shown her and her mom how to shoot years ago because he often worked nights and wanted them to be able to defend themselves in. Actually, it was not nearly long enough to stretch out as a belt (unless she bisected it and sewed the ends to each other). Or she could just sew it to the back of her pants so it hung down like a tail, just as decoration.After much deliberation she decided to pickle it in alcohol. Of course, the first two obstacles were that she didn’t have a big enough glass jar for it, and only had one bottle of vodka. This was not a big issue as she could probably find enough vodka down in the village, or.