She slowly licked and tickled his peeny, and, because she was so smart, combined the words in her head, like an expression explorer of old.

Slickled, she thought. I’m slickling his peeny.

No matter how brilliant her wordplay, the result was the same. Gary’s peeny was now erect. It felt like a quality bar of peeny-scented soap in her hands. Without warning she gave it a swift headbutt, because men liked that. All men liked that.

“Phwoa, Melinda. That’s the good stuff. That’s the stuff that makes me forget about my problems.”

Melissa derived satisfaction from this comment, despite the mangled pronunciation of her name. She could feel her horny levels rising to 30% and her hooha was getting right slimey with anticipation of participation.

“Gary, me need sex now inside please.” Damn! Melissa thought. I wish there was a better way to say that!

Gary was only too eager to comply. He wrenched his peeny away from Melissa’s grubby paws and thrust inside her hooha.