"Yes, you now, uh, how should I say this? Love the cock," I interjected.Once the word 'cock' was said, the expression on Anthony's face wentfrom despa...r... to lust. I took this moment to show him a picture ofBrad Pitt and another picture of Megan Fox. I noticed he only glanced atMegan Fox's picture with almost no expression, if there was any, it wasof slight disgust. Then is gaze turned upon the picture of Brad. A lookof lust on his face."Uh, is this temporary? Or permanent?" Anthony. My mouth opens as I take my finger in, sucking the saliva off, her eyes light up, my mouth opens in what I can only describe as amazement that I am enjoying her taste. I feel her hands upon my bulge, the excitement of being able to love her like this is too much to comprehend, my desire to enjoy her body coming true, she takes the zip and begins to unzip me, I take hold of her and whisper ‘not here.’ We enter the sitting room, I’m behind her and can see her breasts moving as we walk, our right. Yes, I am. Do you think Im pretty? she asked as a blush rose to her cheeks and she turned away. Rather than respond immediately, with the obvious yes I looked as my little sister as a woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was tall, about 510 and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the years and years of gymnastics that she was so found of. Rich chocolate brown hair that cascaded midway down her back. Small breasts, no larger than an A cup, but they sat perfectly on. About half a block separated us and I almost broke out into a run to tell her just how much I loved her. But if I did that, then I would become one of those gushing fans I always made fun of. So I took a few deep breaths and grabbed hold of my emotions. I stood there, staring ad Candy as she slowly approached the limousine. She was so beautiful. So flawless. So&hellip, god-like. She had always been hot in her movies, but for some inexplicable reason, she was even prettier in real life. I.