Exploring her sexuality this way seemed to be the beginning of a fascinating journey. She knew what made her river run, and wasn’t afraid to ask for...it. The trouble was that I knew lots of raunchy words, but I had never bothered to string them together into coherent sentences before. ‘Nice ass’ and ‘Man, I’d like to fuck that’ are short and to the point, and not usually terribly interesting to women. I rose to the challenge. ‘I’ll spread your cunt lips and tongue your clit.’ She made a little. I had met Des at the restaurant where I usually took the moms after an overnighter. I was there on a rare Saturday when I was alone. Sitting at the counter with a mouthful of egg, I was brought back to the present when I heard. "What happened, strike out or go broke?" It was Desiree, she still had some eye shadow on from the night before. She saw my confusion, "Well you're usually in here with some older woman so I thought you might have broke your lucky streak." She was smiling and not in a. .. You touch your pinkness, rubbing gently, your fingers becoming instantly wet, which you move up to your lips and lick, your eyes closing as you inhale your own taste. You touch yourself again, deeper this time much to the delight of the throbs coursing my body, and offer your fingers to me. I lick them clean. You dance over, remove my linen shirt and unbuckle my belt, my shutter clicking open and closed all the time. You unbutton my jeans and unzip me. I lie down on the blanket and slip my. I had industrial sized bags of lemon jello powder. I had an empty penis mold. I had a walk in fridge. The possibilities rapidly unfolded before me, stretching out into infinite penis shaped possibilities like a tropical sunrise over the beach. God help me I did it. I used 5 pounds of jello powder to one part penis. The resulting syrup was the brilliant yellow of a safety helmet, and glowed like liquid gold as I poured it into the mold. This was gonna be goooood. With rising anticipation I made.