“I know this one. I waited patiently until she began to rock her pelvis gently against mine. Dad is going to cut my dick off.”
“Oh relax, they won’t find out. Mom is going to have an aneurysm. How do you know? Turn the other cheek and all that. Okay?”
“Then look at me.”
“I did.”
“No, I mean actually look at me this time and tell me what makes me so forgettable.” She stood up from the bed and held her arms out at her sides. They’re small, but will you just tell me if they feel good? Offering them up to be sucked with a force I felt sure had to border on painful. The problem I was having with dry mouth now seemed to be cured and, if anything, I was having trouble trying to slow down my salivary glands as I mumbled, “Promise me you’ll never try to make these bigger.”
She gave a shy giggle, twisting at the waist, clearly enjoying the effect her body was having on mine.
