Sometimes I trace my tongue along the route of these veins. It is only when one is a true cock worshiper that you notice these things and believe me i...t makes a difference to the recipient. By now I can hear their appreciative moans. About this time I notice the odour of cock. In this respect I am a middle of the road kind of girl. I certainly don’t like sucking a smelly cock that obviously hasn’t been washed for days. On the other hand I don’t like it too clinical like it’s been scrubbed in. I resumed my fondling of her breasts and she sighed with pleasure and reached for my dick. ‘I take it you’re happy with the arrangement?’ ‘Just as long as we can do this every time you come home.’ ‘Whenever you want – you know that.’ A couple of weeks later I got a phone call from her shortly after midnight . ‘Hi, honey! Did I wake you?’ ‘No, but if you’d left it another half hour or so . . . How are you?’ ‘Pretty good,’ she told me. She sounded lazy and just a little smug. I could guess. They teased me and said that now with the black mud I looked like an African boy. My reply was that I did not have their strong build. The mud soon dried and we decided to jump in the pool in the river to wash off the mud, swim and literally just chill in the midday sun. Thembu was the first to remove his shorts and jump in the water. He was followed by Josi, Elias then me. As teenage boys we all frolicked nude in the clear river water removing the mud and letting the water cool our overheated. If anything, Laura had insisted, she'd gone out of her way to be on her very best behavior."Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that," Laura said, even as, despite their previous encounters, she hoped that she would."You're not asking, I'm offering," Janet said, pointing out the difference. "Besides, I owe Marisa a few favors; this is a way to pay at least one of them back. I'm sure that if she was here, she'd already be on her way to pick you up."Laura wasn't as certain of that as Janet seemed to be,.