His own face now in a position he would never forget, 3 or 4 inches from her hair covered mons, the intoxicating smell of her wet excitement, sending ...him their own messages, her clit, pink, erect and shining at him like a jewel in a hooded crown, her dark tunnel of love, between those soft crinkly lips, a gateway to her inner self….one day, oh, one day… Her lips enfolded his foreskin, he knew he wouldn`t last long, and muttered, “oh Beryl, don’t do that if you don’t want a mouthful” he knew. In no time at all, they had sliced through my sleeves, chewing across to the middle of my chest, where their heads came together. Their muzzles met, locked together, kissing rather passionately.Okay, I thought as I enjoyed the show, I suppose I have other shirts in the suitcase.The rodent with the diamond marking climbed back up on the bed, biting into a stretch of fabric in the middle of my shirt. As she ate her way up to the rips the other rodents had made, she straddled me, sliding her body. I found a long black dress without the top. All together looks gorgeous. I'm sure my friend will appreciate the outcome when the date comes. I need some music, light a bit down, a bit of space… and I'm starting to dance. I'm looking at myself in the huge mirror and imagine that's my friend Oscar is sitting right there and watching my tease. The body is moving slowly, very soft, turning according to the music. My cheeks are flushing from excitement. I'm touching myself as it were a man. My hand. “Oh, lighten up, it’s just a friendly shag, it’s not the end of the world,” she sniffed, giving up on her bra and pulling her t-shirt and shorts on.My dad sat down and pulled his own shorts back on and then stared glumly down between his feet.Brittany saw his dejection and I could tell that a brief flash of remorse crossed her face. “Oh jeez, Mr. Jones. Don’t get all down about it. I mean, Mrs. Jones never needs to know.”“Fuck,” I said, shaking my head at her. “But she’s right, dad. I sure.