Bess’s father was made manager of an office 150 miles away and this promotion came with a property in the town of that office. As with life several things occur at the worst possible time, failing to buy the property sparked a little flurry of incidents that were to wreak havoc with all plans. Un-beknown to Bess her mother and father tried unsuccessfully to buy the empty house next door, which used to belong to Henry. I knew that I was going to go to hell for having sexual intercourse out of wedlock, but at the moment, I didn’t care. It occurred to me that this piece of anatomy was supposed to fit inside me, but as I compared its girth to the girth of the finger I’d just probed myself with, I was mystified as to how it possibly could. I sat staring at his erect manhood for a few moments, but no more fluid emerged. It tasted like salty cream, and I was undecided if I liked it or not. Just as I was almost ready to say I had satisfied my curiosity, a small drop of fluid oozed out of him. I licked and stroked him for at least an hour, judging by the faint chimes emanating from the clock in the kitchen. His shaft twitched interestingly as I ran my tongue across it, and I found this entertaining enough that I did it several more times. When the urge to find out how it tasted came over me, I found it harder to figure out why I couldn’t do that.
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