He groaned softly as she pushed aside his loincloth and took his member in her hand.  Like his tongue, the silver manhood felt almost like flesh, throbbing and pulsing and leaking a bead of golden oil wiht a scent she couldn't quite describe.<br/><br/>Leaning back on his hands and spreading his leg slightly, he smiled at her, "Perhaps that will sufice, sweet girll.  Your hand is very warm, and very soft."