"I know," Heather said. "I told you, it's not going to be easy to suck on. Just be lucky you don't have to f**k it."
"You didn't have to f**k it either though, right?" Jenna said.
Heather glanced at me, giving a glare. "No, of course not. I'm sure if Danny put his c**k in my p***y, he'd kill me. I sure hope he doesn't accidently do something like that, ever."
I sighed. "Yeah."
"Here, Jenna," Heather said. "You stroke it now."
"I don't know."
"Jenna, you gotta do it. You're going to be sucking on it in a minute. Do you want to do this or not?"
"I do..." Jenna said.
"Then touch it. Don't be such a pussy."
Jenna reached up, her hand timidly touching the shaft of my c**k, her fingers following the throbbing vein along its length. She pet it like it was an obedient dog. Heather laughed
