She'd spent a lot of her life being afraid of cocks, but she wasn't afraid of Brant's. There was something different about it-probably the fact that it was attached to a gay guy, or maybe just the fact that it was attached to someone as dreamy as Robyn's ex.

 

"Just put it in your mouth," Robyn said. "It's not that hard."

 

Brant clicked his teeth. "Thaaanks."

 

Robyn let out a low chuckle. "That's not what I meant and you know it. It's not that difficult. Here, I'll show you how it's done."

 

"What are you doing?" Brant and Felicity asked, in unison. They obviously shared a sense of shock and awe as Robyn got down on her knees and took her ex's cock in hand.

 

"I like to play with it first," Robyn said as she took the base of Brant's shaft in her fist. "Oh, wow, you need to feel how it's pulsing."

 

Robyn handed his cock to Felicity, who took hold of it the same way she would have if her girlfriend had passed her a carrot. It wasn't until she had it in her hand that the idea sunk in that she was holding a penis. It really hit her when the thing wiggled and wagged like a dog's tail.

 

Squealing, she dropped it, but it didn't fall. It stayed there, attached to his body, and pointing straight at her.

 

Brant and Robyn both laughed, and Robyn said, "What a wimp!"

 

"I didn't expect it to move," Felicity said, trying to sound like a mature adult and knowing full well that she didn't. Wrapping her hand around the stiff cock, she stared it down like this was a battle she had a chance of winning. "Okay, there. I'm holding it. What now?"

 

"This," Robyn said, and licked the tip like a lollipop.