She milked it with her hand, saw a bubble of jizz dribble from its slit. Her tongue caught it before it wasted itself on the floor, and it tasted so f...cking good she had to have a little more.She lipped the bulbous knob and sucked another little spraying squirt from it. The warm salty fluid coated her tongue and she closed her eyes dreamily, savoring.Trish had never been exactly crazy about eating dick before she met Ken. She'd done it, but it had always seemed so yucchy. Ken had taught her. I started looking for a place for us to live and discovered a run-down two-bedroom bungalow just outside the city limits. It was furnished and I took it. Whitney was enrolled in school to start second grade in the St. Joe Valley School District.Managing a newly opened bookstore in a large nationwide chain suited me well. I had good work credentials and knew I had good management skills. It was a great place to meet people and Whitney was always welcome to come to the store and read after. “Will you let me finger your bum?” I asked. Her reply was disappointing: “Oh sorry Alan, Tony says my bottom is only for him. He won't let anyone fuck me, and he won't let anyone near my bum-hole – its his rules I'm afraid!” I couldn't hide my dismay at this, but told her that was fine. Hell, I'd gotten a whole lot further than I ever had before. I shouldn't dwell on this set-back.It felt like the photo session was over, I thought I'd probably had more than half the session by now anyway. We. She seemed to be getting over her self-consciousness at this point, spreading her legs and inviting me in. There, inches from my face was a triangle of tight red curls, pointing toward her lust swollen, wet, pussy lips. The combined scent of our frenzied lovemaking, mixed with a dab of Chanel greeted my nostrils. I breathed in deeply as my face pressed against the soft flesh of her cunt. I moaned as my tongue tasted her for the first time. I spent uncounted minutes relishing our mixed flavors.