I couldpull my crotch toward my face. And with a pillow under my head it wasfairly easy to pull my cock into my wide open mouth.I realized pretty quic...ly that sucking your own cock was all about suckingcock. Not getting a blowjob. No not at all. It was pure cock sucking thatwas on my mind. The taste of my cock. The smell of my cock.The way my cock got harder and thicker as I sucked it. The throbbingand swelling. Everything about sucking your own cock is the thrill ofsimply sucking a cock. I. ”“Huh?” I asked.“The smart money is on Jennifer, Steve. Kathy is pretty sure of that, and I know Bethany is as well. And your relationship with her can easily be open. It suits you. Jennifer, if I understand everything correctly, would let you have me or Stephie or both, and not worry about it, if we wanted that.”“And that’s what you want?” I asked, incredulous.“I told you that ages ago, Steve. If you and Jennifer were to get married, I’d happily stay with you guys until I was ready to get. I actually watched as something carnal filled his eyes.Two minutes ago we were talking like pals and now I was wondering if he wanted to eat me since he was looking at me like that.Then he kissed me. There were no hesitations at all this time. There was no playfulness either. It was all raw passions and I thought maybe this is his way of consuming me.Then he rolled until I was beneath him and released my lips only to kiss down my neck.He growled in frustration when he was met with the. Stacy inherited her brown hair and brown eyes and tanning complexion from her mom (sometimes she got tanned brown under the sun but sometimes she got quite pale). Her dad had blond hair and blue eyes and was pasty white. Her parents had met in California and that was where Stacy was born in Sacramento, the capital of California.As for her life in Phoenix, it was sometimes exciting and sometimes boring. She lived alone with mom, in an apartment block, in a condominium. Her mom was working six.