I like the sound of it.”I said, “I’m sorry. I’m new to this. I’ve never seen real breasts before and I’ve never talked to a girl about the...m before either.”Brenda asked, “So what do you call your penis?”I know that I must have blushed but I replied, “I kind of like to call it a cock. Dick just reminds me of a jerk I know and penis sounds too sophisticated to me.”Brenda smiled and said, “I agree. I like the word cock and it fits in perfectly with the words cock sucker.”I looked at her breasts. I leaned toward him a little and he gently pushed my face in so close that my lips were just an inch from his cock. I was still worried about how it would taste but I parted my lips and lowered my mouth over him. The feeling of his cock in my mouth is something I will never forget! It was strange and warm and the cum taste was immediate too. It was sweet with a little saltiness but I liked it and lowered my mouth all the way down as far as I could. I sucked him gently and even place my hand. Closing tightly around him in a perfect 'x', they pushed his rigid shaft into her with intention. He sank into her, ignoring the look of pleasure she gave him, curling downward with a slight snarl.Saffron's nipples were as hard as they'd be had she been encased in ice, yet the room was hot, filled by the southern summer wind, and dry, desert air. The steam of his breath brushed her breasts, but they did not thaw. His hot, wet tongue circled her right nipple. Brushing the tip with his nose, he. She nodded.I glanced at the closed door. I saw the shoulder of someone in a cheap suit standing just outside. “I take it I have an armed guard?”“The feds just want to make sure you don’t leave before they have a chance to talk to you,” she said.I looked around the room and took stock of the décor. There were numerous cards, bouquets, and collections of balloons. “Was this room formally a florist shop?”Jordan chuckled. It sounded like sweet music to my ears. “No, just a number of thank you gifts.