Of course she could not lick my dick. Since then, teaching her sex started. At first, I tried to let her touch my dick. Touching just a moment, ...houching longer time, then finally grabbing my dick. Then let her kiss my dick a moment, longer time, then licking, and finally blow job. And then, I taught her how wonderful if I cum inside her pussy. At first, she denied it, because she was afraid of getting pregnant. But I said her I would marry her if she would get pregnant. After our. Something dark flashed across his vision, fire and smoke. Reality pulled at Jahke's mind but sleep was stronger. The floor of the library was twigs and grass, he was in the woods. Jahke peered around a tree and bit back laughter to see the muscled soldier on his hands and knees. The wolf nuzzled at his rear, the long muzzle and clever tongue eliciting cries of pleasure. Jahke went to undo his trousers only to find that he wasn't wearing any. Reality tugged again and this time Jahke opened sky. And they move further down the Tree’s branches, through flips, drops and graceful falls, stretching and exercising their voluptuous figure as they drew near. Behind them, clouds of perfumed spores arose from the very tree to engulf soon the immensity of the air. And it descended.But their voice, the unsettling harmony of the tune they sang to enthral, and how they sang of pleasure and delight. How they spoke of agony and ecstasy. Above all, how they spoke of giving and choice. And above all. "I'm not a prostitute," Stacy said."I know," Wren agreed quickly. "I didn't think so..." Three times before the cock crows?" she smiled." ... I just ... Why me?" Wren continued, not hearing her small joke. He looked around the piano lounge and it was largely deserted but for the two of them."Why not you?" Stacy asked. "It's getting late and we're alone." Yes," he said, for lack of anything better."I don't like to be alone, Wren," Stacy looked into his eyes. "It's Christmas." I know," he.