Joey and I like... I don't know. We don't think of each other as being two guys any more. Put it this way. We know what the other thinks, and we've sh...red each other's bodies to the point we know how they feel was well as our own... Joey and I are like part of each other. When we screw around, to us it's a lot like... jerking ourselves off."Eric was quietly absorbing my words for so long, I knew he had been hurt by my words."Eric... Does this mean you like Joey better than me? I mean, I can't. ”“That’s an idea I never would have considered.” She glanced up contemplatively.Looks like we may have just inspired her.You mean you inspired her. I just enjoyed the performance.Your reaction sold it better than I ever could have on my own.“Now, I know you’ve all gotten used to your recipes being desserts, but today we’ll be making something different. In front of you is my great grandmother’s traditional biscuit recipe; smelling those coming out of the over for dinner time is one of the great. Cameron groaned and panted on my lap. His hips stopped. We kissed. I traced the index finger of my right hand along the underside of Camerons shaft up to the tip where some cum pooled. I dabbed my index finger into it and carefully brought it to face level. I stopped kissing Cameron and brought the index finger up to Camerons lips. He stuck his tongue out and scooped the cum off my finger then leaned forward and sucked my finger. Cameron got off my lap. I looked at the clock above the door to. I blushed deeply to his praise.And he didn't stop there. "Perfect. Marvellous. I have never seen a girl's feet likeyours. Strong and well shaped like a man's, yet so soft andfeminine. Most women's feet are distorted through prolongedwearing of heels. Your feet tell me you hardly wear heels higherthan two inches," he observed.I rolled my eyes and thought, 'Well, they looked like a man'sbecause I'm guy. And I just went for a pedicure session.'I couldn't tell him the truth and kept mum, nodding to.