She slid down and looked at his cock, threatening and swinging to the rhythm of his accelerated breath. Megan hadn't changed much since she remembered last time. Under the erect penis, perhaps more veinous, there was a puckered sack. But today she could touch him. As she remembered, she had done what George had done then, pulling carefully and fascinatedly down, and a pink-violet acorn peeked from her foreskin. This time again, she hid the acorn to show him the daylight again.
… give me a kiss on him,” George grunted.

It wasn't very appealing to her, to touch it, to find out what and how it was, but she would touch it with her mouth…
“Yet,” he groaned again, “put it in your mouth!” He snorted eagerly.

What? Where? She was absolutely frightened, but then she found herself again. Be careful not to touch it with her tongue or inside her mouth, she tucked the pompom between her lips and briefly touched her cock.

He groaned urgently, grabbing his root pointing up for better access.