‘What do I like about sex?’ I reply. ‘I love to get sucked!’ ‘Is that it?’ you ask. ‘Is that all?’ you say, obviously doubting me and ...ot very convinced it could be so simple. ‘No.’ I grin. ‘There’s more, a lot more. But I believe getting lots and lots of blowjobs and handjobs is the key–the secret to unlocking my passion!’ ‘Oh my my! You horny guy,’ you say with a laugh. Then with a bewildering expression, you make the following remarks: ‘But I don’t really get the big attraction to it. Why is. . especially after what happened with Gabrielle Lynton.”“That’s perfectly understandable. We’ve basically just told you that my cum is like some kind of magical elixir of life, granting you eternal youth. Even though it’s true, that’s still a wildly implausible story to swallow ... if you’ll excuse the pun.”She blushed and gave him a shy smile. “I’ll certainly have to swallow ... your story ... to find out if it’s true.”He laughed and she joined him, easing the tension.John cleared his throat.. My heart was pounding and my lips were dry, but I lay in a pool of sweat, sheets soaked, my pussy still twitching from my orgasm. I could feel the blood coursing back into my nipples as they sprung to life again and stuck out like twin peaks, in the knowledge they were being observed.I made no effort to cover up, close my legs or shield my breasts by crossing an arm across them, no I lay in total submission, strangely compliant and willing, he would need relieving and I was in the right. After a long stroll up and down the beach, we set a blanket down near the water, preparing for the sun to set. I sat down, and Abby followed, sitting between my legs and leaning back into my chest. The moment was perfect. We talked casually about the wedding and our drunken friends which attended it while the sky gradually shifted from blue, to orange, to pinks and purples. As dusk reached to horizon and the stars started to shine, I knew it was time to start heating things up. Pulling my hands.