I guess I tasted alright, because Jeremy took a bigger lick of my slit. Soon, he was licking at me like a dog lapping water, totally sloppy, interesti...ng although not terribly effective. I held the top of his head.“OK, Jeremy, that’s good, but let’s try it a little slower. And a little more focused. Can you find my clit?”He squinted his eyes and, I’m pretty sure, had no idea what a clit was or, at least, where it was.“I’ll tell you what. Use a finger. Put it on my cunt and I’ll tell you where to. I simply couldn't wait to unfurl his foreskin in the hope that further pleasure would follow. As I did so, my olfactory sense was not let down as the bouquet of his rank cock-head materialized.Much as I was eager to taste the tangy flavours, my nose won the war over my mouth for the next minute or so, as I toyed with his cock as sniffed to my heart’s content. When my taste buds could no longer wait, my mouth sprang into action.I couldn’t help wondering as I did so if Trev had possibly made a. There was always some reason, some excuse, that I needed to leave early, or have my own room, or eat some special kind of lunch away from the other kids. Always for my own good, of course. But it meant that I just never really felt like I belonged.Thank god for Jessie, though. She really did seem to want me around, and it was nice to feel that way for once."Um..." I started to respond with a smile, "yeah, that sounds cool!" As soon as the answer escaped my lips, I heard my mother's voice behind. But maybe I was making things up. It had been a while since I had cum, always remembering my promise to myself to not cum until I hired a trainer. I told myself I was just horny and he was a reasonably attractive, if bland guy. Then again, that probably described me also.I spent the rest of the weekend stewing. I was horny, confused, and tired of myself. On top of it, my soon-to-be ex texted me that she was “sorry” and that I’d be served with the papers on Monday morning. She “hoped” we could.