Tracy was in a whirl-wind, she whispered softly "Taste what?" she wasn't upset, confused a little yes, but it was a curious confusion. Tracy had never "tasted" anything in this manner nor did she realize what<em>could</em>be tasted. Tracy's eyes looked up at Michelle with the innocence's of a child and the longing for lust and sex like that of a whore. Her breathing fast as she sat in anticipation.