She’d always imagined it would be a bit like the juices she’d sometimes loosened up in her vagina, but already she could tell that a man’s genit...ls smelt distinctly different to those of a woman. After all these years, Sarah could still remember all the licks of her tongue and her tentative attempts to get some of that strangely hooded and wholly unveined glans into her mouth, over her tongue and perhaps, as she’d once read, toward the back of her mouth. In later encounters with Tom, Sarah was. It was then that I noticed a peculiar expression come over her face. I had seen that look on my own face in the mirror when I had once caught my reflection while masturbating in the bathroom. And it was the very same one I was seeing now on her face!"So..." Mrs. Steel began speaking, and I picked up a slight quivering edge to the tone of her voice as she did. "... do you think I have an ok body for a woman my age? I bet not though huh? I'd guess you have several young girlfriends with cute. Have I ever shown any signs that I’m a sex freak? Did something happen to my head when I was in a coma that gave me amnesia? Here you are asked if I expected the girl who got the doll clothes to blow me or fuck me. What kind of sick people are you? I was five, and girls used to chase boys around on the playground trying to kiss us. The idea of her kissing me was worse than gross. At parties before that one, I was happy if the kid looked at me and smiled to let me know they had some idea that. I love you so much ... Let me take care of you." Not so fast, big boy. If you do that, we'll never get to the party." I know sweetheart. That's what I was thinking." I said, as she re-applied her lipstick. I still looked concerned."Didn't I make you happy, honey? There's still something on your mind?"Something wasn't right. She was too excited about that damned party."It's just that last year the party got a little too wild for my taste. There was a lot of ass grabbing going on. People start.