I just wanted to be there for hours, his warmth, his strength, his passion. All of me burned for him, deep in my core. “Come on, baby girl, let’s ...o back inside.” he whispered.I didn’t want to let go, but I knew I had to. I released him from the grip of my legs and we raced to shore. I grabbed our towels from the dock and we dried ourselves off. “So, do you want to shower first?” I asked, drying off my hair.He smiled, wiping the water from his chest, “You can go first.”It had been a couple of. Perhaps that is why you are warm and tingly?"As Alie nodded in understanding I could see she was still unsure. I decided to proceed with my explanation.I used my hand to draw back my foreskin and indicated to the swollen purple end, quietly explaining, "This is the head of my penis, it is very sensitive." The skin I drew back over the head is called the foreskin, it is to protect the head."I slid my hand down my dick and continued, "This is the shaft, and the base. These areas are sensitive as. What I saw worried me. The woman was acting like a feral cat in heat. She was curving her back downward and thrusting her sex towards me. With each thrust of her hips, she crooned over and over again, "Tok-Tok-Tok" and from what I could see things were getting worse.Pebble was in serious need and it was clear what she needed. As she turned her head from side to side and keened her want, her tail swished about until it bent towards her sex. Then the flat pointed end of it patted her swollen. She grew up in the suburbs, a place as whitebread as she was, a quiet obedient girl, middle child in a middle class family. She was studious in her youth, studying, babysitting, earning her way into college. She didn't party, she didn't run with sluts, wasn't a cheerleader and never the center of attention. Although, deep down, she was intrigued and curious, found herself wondering what it would be like to do these things, or at least to work up the nerve to do these things. She graduated.