"What's this?" She sits up a little, frowning. I touch it to show her, dragging my finger underneath, and her head drops back again. "Adiron," she pants. "You don't know what a clit is?" "It's not something mesakkah women have. Is this like your spur?" "My what?" "Your spur?" I'm tempted to take my trou off and show her mine. She still looks confused, her hand sliding down to cover herself and I push it aside. "Don't cover up, I want to look at you." "It's a clit,"
this never gets old
