This option for the circumcised lads.

‘Yep, me and my card character have both had the snip Doe.’ I reply with a smile, loving the fact I just told her about my own cock as well.

‘That’s good to hear John, I’ve always thought a circumcised cock was more attractive, and frankly, tasted a little better when I first put them in my mouth. Of course, it’s been a while since I’ve given head.’ She slowly flips down the non-circumcised males before adding: ‘Do they still call it that? Giving head?’

My cock stirring and my cheeks flushing, I nod my head and tell her that yes, giving head is still a used term, although I’m more inclined to say ‘head job’.

‘Do girls still give them a lot? When I was younger it was quite popular, as we didn’t always give the boys sex but we had to do something to keep them happy. And if they were very nice to us, we would let them finish in our mouths, and if they were extremely nice, we might even swallow what they gave us.’ Doe trails off on the last sentence, almost like she’s lost in her own little reverie. Meanwhile I’m getting more and more excited, unable to believe what I’m hearing. I cross my legs a little to hide my growing bulge.

Doe see’s my flushed cheeks and adds, ‘No need to be embarrassed John, we’re both adults, and I was young once too y‘know. It’s interesting to see what boys these days are doing compared to when I was younger.’

‘From the sounds of it I think I would’ve liked to have been a boy when you were younger Doe!’ I chirp, but then worried that might’ve come out wrong add, ‘Not that it isn’t great being here with you now, I mean.’

‘Don’t worry John, I understand what you mean and it’s very flattering. If you were around when I was younger I’d dare say we would’ve had some fun together, you’re certainly my type. Now, are you going to have your turn or not?’

My cock still growing, and my ego feeling pretty nice after being told I’m her type, I decide to push the questions even further in kind with her questions. Leaning forward a little, I look straight into her eyes for a moment, before pointedly looking down between her legs and staring at the slight raise of her mound and asking: ‘Your pussy Doe, does it have any hair or not?’