Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle's tiny titties, I wondered what it might be like to play with some slightly bigger boobs—say... Belinda's, for instance. And would Belinda's cunt--supposedly covered with dark, curly hair--taste different from Annabelle's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright orange? Did Belinda moan when she came? Did her pussy squirt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle's?In short, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with. We all got up, leaving out dishes on the table, concerned about more important things at the moment. Kassie and Karen led me to Kassie’s bedroom. I sat down on Kassie’s desk chair, not wanting to be in the way, just waiting for the reenactment to start. I was already semi hard in anticipation. Kassie lay on her bed on her stomach and flipped on the TV. It was paused partway through some movie that I had never seen. Kassie rewound a little bit, then started it up. Kassie lay there smiling,. People think their sex organs define who they are sexually; a swollen, throbbing dick or a soft voluptuous breast, none of these describe what is attractive about you. These things are merely accessories. They matter, but only in so much that a typewriter enables an author or boxing gloves enable the fighter. If you want to know the real dirty secret, the thing that causes more heart pounding, more jean-busting erections and soaked panties know that it is in the eyes. It is in your face, it. I gained a little composure and began to flick my tongue over her sublime pussy."Oh god John that’s so good!” she said.I loved her taste, and the taboo of knowing she tasted exactly like her daughter was making me even more aroused. There were a million thoughts going through my head, but the ones most clear were of comparisons with her daughter, my ex-wife of twelve years. As I felt her begin to rock against my tongue I knew she was getting to the point of no return. I ran my tongue upwards.