It reminded me of a big juicy plum. And learned that it is really true what they say about pre-cum in these erotic stories that I’d been reading. It...tasted sweet and delicious. For real. Although I don’t think I did a very good job of deep throating him without gagging, I know that he was enjoying it, not near as much as me though. I loved tickling and teasing his cockhead and the sensitive underside. Cuz that’s what I like,right? When I’m receiving head from a woman. He asked me what I wanted. But on one particular thrust, he found a sensitive spotinside me that sent sparks coursing through my groin.I let out a cry of surprise that must have been heard by every otherresident in the house. "What the fuck was that?" I exclaimed, for onceforgetting to use the soft, high tones that I had adopted as Alannah.Justin laughed. "That's your prostate gland, sweetheart. You like itwhen I do that?" He tried to replicate the movement that had producedthe extraordinary reaction, but it took him a. This morning." He was just ... not forceful ... Well, he was..." She smiled, feeling warm as she remembered. "He took charge. Took the initiative, sort of. Well, not really. I had to tell him ... not what to do. It was ... It was a feeling about what he did. He took me and didn't hold back. Didn't wait for me to do everything. He wanted me, and he let it show." I'm sorry it took us this long to work it out." Shawna turned and stared across the mattress. "We ... Well, Marcus wouldn't notice, but. He combed his fingers through his shaggy, black hair, trying to remember his last moments, he came up with nothing. All he could remember was the morning – he’d left at the crack of dawn to work on the building site, manual labour was the only work an uneducated immigrant could get. He worked hard so his sister could have the chances at an education that he couldn’t get when he was her age. He remembered getting to work, but nothing past that. ‘How did it happen?’ ‘We don’t have time for this.