Dan's words gave him more confidence, and he began to speed up, pumping Dan's dick like it was his own. His eyes were wide and he never raised them, t...ransfixed on the object in his hand. Sticky precum had coated the entire shaft and Joey's hand, with Dan's moans spurring Joey on. Suddenly, Joey's wrist was held firmly by Dan, and he was being told to stop. He broke out of his daze and looked up, staring into Dan's lust filled blue eyes. He was about to speak in protest, when Dan spoke up."Hang. So go on, have a feel."He reached out and tentatively touched Cathy's vulva with his fingertips." ... Well, it's much softer than I imagined; and there's a lot of give in it, too, isn't there." Yes, that's because men come in all different shapes and sizes, so it has to be able to adapt to suit them. If you don't mind me saying, Bill, you look like you have a nice size penis ... I usually call them cocks, by the way ... but of course there are bigger ones and smaller ones as well. And don't. I pointed out three different types of skink in a part of the vegetable garden he'd just toddled through — protective colouration had veiled them from his eyes. We watched an Australian kestrel catch a small snake."What colour is it, Patrick?" I asked."Grey." So it's a male — a boy. Girl kestrels are a sort of red brown." He nodded."What's that?" Patrick was pointing at a branch of Mum's native fig tree (Ficus macrophylla). "The bump." That's not a bump. That's an owl. Probably a Southern. "Maybe I could go with Trick. No." Trick wouldn't mind, would you?" No," I grinned. "People would talk even more about that."Cammie glared at me. I smiled back."Oh, please?" Jeanne looked at her friend."You can come with me," Cammie said. "And Sammy can go with Trick." No. That kind of talk I don't need," I shook my head."Besides," Jeanne said earnestly. "I'd still end up sitting next to Sammy and you'd end up sitting next to Trick. You know you're gonna have to dance with him. 'Cause you know.