” His oh’s in time with each hip thrust, and my hand gathers his warm spunk with each stroke. It slides along his skin, slick and thick. I gather ...t in my palm, and as his twitches die off, I raise it to my mouth and lick it from my palm: salty, tangy, earthy. His hands are still tight on my ass, and I tip his chin, meeting his lips again. We kiss, lips brushing softly, not the urgency of before. Tongues mingling, sharing his flavor. My cock hard, presses against his abdomen. We stand like. For it was no longer a dick anymore, but a fully erect ramrod rampant rock-hard she-cock - And oh WOW was I excited to see it like that and to FEEL its white-hot whore-heat burning in my hands - I was in seventh heaven. Or more likely, according to the suffocatingly hypocritical mores of the time, at the gates of HELL - And OH girl was I excited at being there !!! I strutted round the room like a slutty little street- whore, jacking myself off like crazy as I watched my horny-whore antics in. ”“How is ... I mean, you would have been a child.”Another smile, “Connie and my father...”I bolted up, “What! You’re kidding!”“It was just a fling. For both of them. Two ships and all that.”“God.” I tried to get my mind around that one. “Did your father ever talk about her?”Matt stretched, fluffed my hair, “Just regular stuff ... nice lady. Smart lady.” He chuckled, I just remembered one thing he said.”“What?”“Now he wasn’t an educated man, didn’t even graduate high school.” Just like Matt.“But. My hand rides up her smooth thigh, she has no underwear on, I feel the wetness, heat. My teeth toy gently with a thickened nipple, and she moans and my hand is suddenly slicker, working into her, hot and wet.I'm licking up her legs, craning my neck back, to get the slightest taste of her, her smell pungent and fresh, female in heat, female needing to come. My finger nails drawing tingling lines up the back of her thighs, as I knead her flesh, and force my tongue into her slit.She turns, her.