She blushed. "No," she whispered in my ear. "I've kind of played around outside clothes, but I've never actually seen a real one. Just like on TV and the internet. I'm kind of afraid, Canyon."
"It's okay," I told her. "We'll go slow and gentle. Touch me, Dara."
Her tiny little hand pushed under the waistband of my boxers and I think she expected to find hair. I don't keep any. Cybill shaved me the first time and I liked it so much I've never gone back. I felt her hot little fingers close on me, and she jerked back as if she had been shocked. She reached back down again and her grasp was firm this time.
She sat up. "I want to see," she said. She tugged at my boxers and I rose up so she could pull them off. She gasped when she got her first sight. "Is it supposed to be that big?" she gigg
