I asked Sheila "What about the'Playboy game'? Will we do that again?" Sshh!" Sheila shushed me. Her older brother, about 16 or 17, was inthe room, but... he probably didn't hear us, or care about what we weresaying anyway. "Don't talk about that, OK?" she said, quietly into myear.I didn't understand why, but I nodded my head and kept quiet as sheasked. Later, when we were alone, I asked "Why can't we talk aboutthat game?" It's a secret. Don't tell anyone - cross your heart and hope todie,! OK?". The only thing she hadn't given up was her cock. The operation to do thatwould be risky when it came to being able to feel anything. She had alsojust always liked her cock. It was rather big on her slender womanlyframe, standing at a glorious uncut eight inches with a decent girth.At last it looked like Charlene's life was back on the rails. She had agreat job, a nice house and a nice group of friends. She was in her latetwenties, yet she didn't have a partner. Her hard youth made it. Because it's the most soothing experience you've ever had.She swaps back-and-forth liberally you run your hand up her legs absently before she places it firmly on her plump rear. Eventually, the flow stops and she lets out a guttural beast-like howl. Breaking away she looks back, some of your spit hanging for her still exposed breast. "You did it, you really did it!" You watch as her body regains a peach-like sheen, making her wonderful form look like the finest painting ever made. You see her. ‘I have rather a lot of little kinks. You know about clothed lovers, now you’re going to learn a little more. You ready for that?’ I nodded. ‘Good girl.’ She kissed me and her tongue entered my mouth while her hands stroked first my face and then down to my breasts. She opened my dress which had buttons all the way from neck to thigh. I felt it open and then her tongue licking between my breasts and over my nipples. She sucked each one deliciously and then licked down to my navel. Hands ran.