“Hell Yea! Your hands are amazing.” I replied breathing heavily. “Then you’ll really like this.” He replied repositioning himself. He slow...y pulled my shorts off, and fingered me for a few more minutes before replacing his hands with his mouth. For a minute I was I wouldn’t catch my breath. His tongue was more amazing than his hands. I began moaning louder as he plunged his tongue into me. It didn’t take long before I knew I was about to cum. When it hit me it shook me through and through. I. Hey, it works on dogs; why not on men? (Sorry, that one really was sexist.) Once the lines of communication were open during the act, it became easy to talk about it when we weren't doing it. Like over a nice breakfast of Eggs Benedict, for instance.I found out that Geoff loves me in short little skirts that flip in the breeze. I know what you're thinking: all guys like girls in short little skirts that flip in the breeze, right? But Geoff isn't watching me when I'm wearing a little skirt, he's. " Fuckin-A," I said. "You are a piece of work for damned sure. Tell me, if you don't mind. I mean since we seem to be in the mood for true confessions here. Why two men, and why my best bud? Why my best fucking friend!" Jimmy, that is one question that I do not have the answer to. I feel all warm and cuddly when either of you is near me. I feel safe and loved and yes, excited. I love it when I see you trying to hide your hardon, Jimmy. You know when I dress sexy and stuff."And when Reed drops. The one who leads the quest must be ready to sacrifice themselves for the group, and you know you would never let her do that. Your mother approaches the table with a plate of her own, also in her small clothes, her large bust pressing through the front of her shirt far enough that you look down at your plate, shyly embarrassed. You take a few bites of your eggs while no one says anything around the table.Those in the village are honor-bound to help you, should you ask them for aid on your.