Literally swallow it. I dont know how he did it, his mouth was so small. So delicate. Sucking, slurping away. Diving his head down so that his forehe...ad pressed into my stomach. I almost came the feeling was so good. And then he came back up, and started to lick the head of my cock. Over and over, running the full length of his coarse tongue over my sensitive head. Each time it made me shiver uncontrollably. I begged him to go back down. After a few more licks, he kissed the tip with his. "My dick stiffened. "What?" Well..." Come on, you can tell me."Jen continued to hesitate. Finally she said, "He said -- Ralph wondered what I would look like as a brunette, with short brown hair." What?" I said, surprised."You know, it's the look nowadays. Short dark hair, kind of page boy. I'd slicked back my hair with gel, and my bangs would kind of swoop over my forehead."I was alarmed that Jen was talking like she had already decided to do it. "But I love your blond hair. And I like your. Kisi katori ki tarah gahri thi. Me jor se kiss karte hue katne lagya or wo or jyada tadfne lagi. Mera ek hath payjame ke undar uski darar ko sehla rhi thi. Usne under panty nhi pehni thi.Ab Mene uska payjama utar diya or uski tango ke beech baith gaya. Wo bade achraj se muje dekh rhi thi or gahri sanse bhari rhi thi. Jese hi Mene upni juban se uski yoni ko chia. Wo machhali ki tarah machal uthi.Wo mere sar ko jor se tango ke beech dabane lagi or me apni juban darar ke bhitar daal ke jor se. ’ He looked into her eyes and saw the pain in them. ‘What is the matter?’ he inquired gently. ‘Nothing, I’m all right,’ she said quickly, lowering her eyes. ‘Please, you can tell me,’ he gently urged. She hesitated before saying, quietly, ‘The last time I was at a ball, I danced with my father and he died just recently. The dancing brought back memories is all.’ It’s not entirely untrue she rationalized to herself. The dance on the ship certainly wasn’t a ball, and I didn’t say the memories.