Truth be known, I didn’t have all that muchexperience myself. Both of us being brought up in astrict religious household, there wasn’t all...that muchopportunity for sexual experimentation. My first sexualexperience with a female was actually my younger sister,but that’s another story. Masturbation, and lots of it,along with sexual experimentation with boyhood friends,was pretty much the extent of my knowledge of sex.By the time I got into high school I had two or. I don’t consider that work because to me, it’s much more than that. If I do happen to perceive my writing as a chore one of these days, I’m afraid I would have to stop. You see, I was born lazy, nothing you can do against that. Anyhow, as I was browsing through my things, I found the box I had so helpfully marked ‘My Things’ in great big letters. If that doesn’t clue you in as to what is in that box, I sure don’t know what will. I opened the box and surprisingly enough, found my things. Improve them to a certainty or make another near-certain Reality now unlikely or even nearly impossible. It’s a rather new gift and I’m still learning what to do with it ... and what not to.”So I see ... now, I guess I need to start getting dressed,” she bluntly stated as she started to cautiously move to the side of the bed, still covering herself with the bed sheet, “you’ve got things to do and I’m already going to be late getting into work. I’ll obviously need to shower and get my costume. "Oh, yes, Sir," I whisper, licking my lips. Your hands leave my head, and I groan softly hearing the zipper of your pants. I arch my neck, attempting to tilt my head back further, to feel you as you release your cock. You take another step back, foiling me again, and chuckling. Then your hands are back on my head, holding it in place. Soft sounds of hunger come from me as you finally run your rigid cock along one cheek. My tongue slips out, moving to that side, trying to taste you. You.