She shook her head. I gave myself another taste, and smiled. "Sweet as sugar to me. Baby sister, little pussy juice. I love it."

She smiled. "Do you? Really?"

"I do. I love everything about you. Anyone who doesn't appreciate this," I said, giving her pussy a little shake, "is a damned fool."

"Am I drunk?" she asked. "Is that why it feels good?"

"No, you're not drunk. Maybe a little buzzed. It feels good because we took our time and let you get worked up at your own pace. And because you trusted me."

"I do, you know. I trust you completely. I'd trust you with my life, Travis."...