..because precum....well, it actually tastes pretty good. It's sweet. For the life of me I'll never understand why that liquid can taste so completely... different than semen itself, but it does. So ladies....no excuses here. Go after their precum. When I see this, I'll dip my nose into the wetness on his boxers. Then I like to find the opening and whisper something like "I'm not the only one getting wet here am I?" and then I lick it up...slowly. I slurp at it. I let him know that I'm sucking up. He dragged her hair and held it in his steel grip and drew her head toward him in spite of her efforts to free herself; she felt his sliding shaft burrow halfway down her throat, then back out slightly, then forward again."Oh Christ, Diane!" Roger hissed, "Uhhhhhh... I love my cock in your mouth!"His obscene words brought back the memory of the overheard bathroom scene of that morning, and for an instant Diane envisioned Judy Carneal lavishly suckling that man while he sat on the toilet. Her. That sorta stuff.”“That’s very heavy.”“Especially for me.”They were shown sleeping places and given food and drink.In the late morning, Frogmouth told Jos there were nine or ten who wished to go to the new place. “Two couples, two men, two boys, two women.”“So, four women and six men. A beginning.”“There will be more from Mirima.”“I suppose so. I have been thinking of a name.”“Give it time, do not push.”“I will sit and read.”“Read?”“We read Cicero at school. He wrote: ‘Read at every wait; read. My professor was aware that I was a failing student, and he leaned back with his feet on his desk and his hands clasped behind his neck, like he was king of the world and I was some kind of slug. He kept his guest chair across the room, so students can’t sit, and I was forced to stand in front of him while he looked me over, especially at my bare legs, wondering what I had on under my jacket. I’ve got to do this, I thought for the thousandth time, and I said the magic words. “What do I have to.