Maybe he felt guilty.When he started to pull his underwear back up, it was like someone taking ice cream away from a young one. “No, no,” I said, ...��I’ll try it again.” I think we both relaxed then, both knowing that this was now a mutual thing. He leaned back in his seat and I moved between his legs. With his legs open and stretched out, I saw the magic of the cock ring. His dick stood straight up, his balls pushed and held firm. His manhood was totally exposed for me to explore and to. I look down at myself."What's the matter, squirt?" says Sarah.I'm wearing a purple shirt with lace on the bottom, dark purple pants andpink sandals with purple flowers on them because purple is the prettiestcolor in the whole wide world. I know without looking that my eyes areblue, my blonde hair, which is in pigtails, is darker than Sarah's andMommy's. I look at my thin little arms and the purple nail polish on mytiny fingernails."Wanna swing more?" says Sarah.I get scared now. "No! This is. ”I asked, “Have any of the men told you what it tastes like down there?”She laughed and answered, “Well my pussy tastes like pussy, and with the man licking and sucking everywhere, that taste gets spread around with my juices. They’ve said that my asshole sometimes can have a coppery, metallic taste, but it’s usually just musky and a little salty. The combination of the strong, musky smells, and the taste, drives most men wild.”Then I asked, “Other than the obvious benefits of feeling good. "Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her back, waved, and cascading down off her shoulders like a Celtic goddess. Her breasts though only slightly on the small side at a 'B' cup were equally on display through a low cut V neck shirt that gripped her body. The pressing of her incredibly pointy nipples through her shirt demonstrated her lack of brassiere.