She opened her mouth, taking me inside, but only the head of my cock as that proved a real mouthful for the girl. Lisa teased me with her tongue, wash...ng away the precum leaking from the tip. She kept one hand on my chest, enjoying my body just as much as I enjoyed hers. Her other hand stayed on my cock, pulling at the soft skin covering the hard muscle beneath. The constant tugging at my balls felt good and Lisa had to swallow as she accidentally coaxed more of the clear fluid into her. I knew it bothered her enough that she would likely never get over it, and I accepted that. If she was uncomfortable, I knew I could never enjoy myself.She gave me an apologetic look when she saw me cross the bedroom threshold and said, “Sorry.”I smiled and said, “It’s okay.”Her expression turned to a pout. “No, it isn’t. Not after I sent you those texts this morning.”As soon as I’d realized the workload was going to let me leave at a decent time, I’d let her know. She’d responded with a. I clenched my fists andflexed my biceps."Grrr," I said, fiercely.What biceps? I looked at myself, I was a joke. I looked like an angryrooster.So what self could I express as a guy that others would accept? I wantedto be smiled at the way I was when I was Donna's clone, but I didn'twant to just be a clone.Well, some skinny guys could look dapper. Wear the latest styles. Besophisticated and debonair. Know the names of jazz artists. Who isshowing at the gallery this season. Be able to order in. I admonished her both times but took my time covering my nipple again then I looked at the guys to see the expression on their faces.I just love it when a man’s expression tells me that they are enjoying seeing parts of me that other girls keep covered.We were just getting near the end of our meal when I, without thinking, said,“Wouldn’t it be good if we lived in a world where all girls up to the age of say, 40, had to be naked all the time, especially out in public.”“Yeah, but there would have.