I pulled my cock out of her cunt. It was dripping with my cum, and to some degree with her own moisture. I crawled up the bed, turned her on her side ...and laid my cock next to her mouth."I want you to lick me clean, Morgan." She immediately took my cock in her hand and then in her mouth."Is that what we taste like?" Yes it is."After several minutes of licking and slurping, my cock was clean, but it was starting to get hard again. "You may as well keep doing that," I told her. "Just suck the. Ummmm… that got me going.He finally admitted the obvious. He peaked at girls but never stared. He loved seeing panties. He loved looking up girls skirts. He loved watching girls asses in yoga pants. But stare? Never. He was just too fucking shy and unconfident.I was getting, shall we say, excited? Moist-excited. He was not my kind of guy but just the thought that we were in a private place and he could get down and actually stare up between my legs and that he would prob wank off. Fast forward to Halloween. He was working, building a horse barn he designed and wanted me to come out and see it.“Of course,” I told him and developed a plan.My 'costume' was a little mermaid onesie. I wore some ruffled sexy panties with the intent of asking if he wanted to see them. I was getting some of that. I was feeling aggressive for sure.I arrived at the barn he was building, in my glittered face, and mermaid onesie. He asked me if I would like to see the barn, I said yes. Off we. "That's the hottest story I've ever heard," Jenny gasped. "You have never told anyone? I guess you wouldn't. How does it make you feel now?" She continued to slowly stroke Marty's cock as she did throughout the story."I have to admit that I sometimes masturbate at the memory when I'm really horny," I replied. "I don't know why. I'm not gay - or even bi for that matter. It was just kinky!" Well, I know you're not gay, but I wish I could see you do it," Jenny cooed. "As a matter of fact, why.