Since she had already learned how to get her pussy Frenched, she would probably have to learn to kiss a peter. “Next lesson?” Amy asked. “Now close your eyes,” he sang. She couldn’t take her eyes off his peter. Tim lay across her and pushed his hips up and down, his peter rubbing across her vulva and clitoris. Then he pushed Amy onto her back. “Hey, don’t tell anyone I gave you Frenching lessons,” Tim whispered. “We kiss each other’s privates,” he said. He put a finger out and stroked the fluff of hair, down there. Tim slowly became erect as she sucked and licked his flaccid weenie. His penis poked straight out making a tent in his underwear. After he squirted in her a second time she still felt like he enjoyed it more than she did. After 15 minutes of watching TV Tim said, “this is boring. “Did you like that part?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, and blushed. And she could do it without feeling like a naughty girl. “Did you really wanna play war?” Amy asked.
