I let paste and spit spill from my mouth and dribble onto my smooth broad chest. "Oops!" I say, spitting. "Not normally so wasteful." He says nothing... just lies there, staring at the ceiling. "It's OK, you know." "What?" he asks, after a moments pause. Is that fear or aggression in his voice? "Fine," I breath, somewhat more moodily than I had intended. "Goodnight" I add and clamber beneath the sheets, waiting. "What's OK?" he persists. I let him simmer for a while longer. "I said-" "I heard. "I gagged and coughed, pulling away and wiping my mouth with the back of a hand. "If we don't get a move on, he'll find out."Sliding his grip to the back of my head, he grinned and tugged me forward. "Slut."My musk slithered past my taste buds and he didn't stop until I retched, stomach convulsing at the invasion, throat muscles involuntarily clamping. He yanked out, spit dangling from the ridge and I sucked it up ready for the next thrust, our eyes locking. More prepared, I gagged less, the. " He then turned and walked down a flight of stairs that ended in a landing, an intricately carved door on each side. "Here is where the sexes part, to rejoin again in the halls. Men pass through the left door, women only on the right.” I followed Zugar inside an octagonal room lined with marble benches. Bas-reliefs of men and women adorned the walls. The subjects were locked in a lovers embrace in the moments that precede total intimacy. Always they were set in nature, where animals wild and. She appeared thoroughly confused."You know, naked pictures, pictures of women posing naked," informed Ike."Oh my god," whispered Sarah. "Just looking at naked girls makes it get hard?" Why do you think Bobby's dick was already hard?" said Ike. "Cause he saw Pamela naked, that's why."I blushed, as did Pamela."Really?" gasped Amy. "I didn't know..." Don't be such a bimbo, Amy. You know about all this stuff," said Pamela."Not really, except for the stuff we talked about in sex ed class at church..