But fuck! The boy was good! She thought once more, as she spied the boy’s head and felt his lips brush against her inner thigh. Noticing that every ...nce in awhile this young novice would mix it up a little. With slow seductive licks with his tongue, light nipples with his teeth, or soft caresses with his face and cheeks. And never once did she notice him get distracted from his primary task. Oh, she could see him glancing, from time to time, to her pussy and hand, but he never did stop pleasing. He was to eat all of the first serving, but hardly any of the second serving, as that was actually one of the women's meals offered to make certain he was satiated. She would only eat what he left her, usually the cook or an older auntie or widow. He should eat some of the choicer bits to show that he appreciated the food. It was all very complex, but John studied hard, and learned how to behave himself.They still shared the same bed mat, and Zithrusa was slightly disappointed that John didn't. ?When the session was over, I asked her ?if she wanted to have dinner with me. ?She eagerly accepted. ?The next hours together flew by. ?We could talk about anything and everything. ?We had so many fetishes and common interests: architecture, art, shoes, food, fashion, social and political issues. ?We played at least twice a week for the next few months. ?There was an unusual evolution: ?during the first month, the sessions were very intense and extreme but, as the ?time went by, they started. Theresa would know they were regifted, but I was sureshe would not mind. At least I hoped so."Want to go to the beach this weekend?" Theresa asked, unaware of myplans. She smiled. "We can get you a nice two-piece. Work on our tanlines?"The idea fascinated me. "Sounds good, but-" I thought of my breasts.I?d have to do something different with them. Maybe it was time to buythe glue I?d studied. "I was thinking of something else." Oh?"Uncaring about the people round me, I dropped to the floor..