Twat. Babs slipped her arm across my shoulders and I put mine around her waist and we walked a little way until we couldn’t be seen from the house. ...hat was the first time she ever kissed me and the first time I’d ever kissed a woman with a ring in her lip. Great on both counts. It started with a false start. She came close, tilted her head down to bring her lips close to mine but not touching, then she touched, barely and broke away, taking in my eyes. Then she kissed me. It was soft at first. She felt she probably should have worn a robe but it wouldn’t be polite to go get one now as they were talking. She thought that perhaps there was something else that she was unaware of that he was staring at. Besides, his gaze shifted and they continued to talk.While he was staring at her, he had looked closely at her tits but could not discern much as the nightgown was evidently heavy enough to hide any signs of her nipples. The neck of the nightgown showed just a hint of cleavage, enough to. I could then work both our cocks back and forth. Then I remembered something that I wanted to try, something half-forgotten that I'd read about years before: 'shunting'.My understanding is/was that it's something that gay men do, where the men put their cocks tip-to-tip, and the two cocks 'share' a foreskin. The only other word I've heard that may describe something similar is 'snoodling'.Anyone help me with a definition? (Or a demonstration!)Since Toni was cut, and I wasn't, I pushed the shaft. It was a fine feast for the two men as they sat in the gathering evening. At last, the tinker belched loudly, stretched his hands so that all his knuckles cracked and set out to tell his story.ONCE UPON A TIME, a long time ago and very far away, there traveled the roads a famous tinker named Armand Hamar. He was skilled like no other tinker that ever lived. If there was a pot that was broken, a roof to mend, or a ditch to dig, Armand Hamar could fix it, mend it, or dig it. It was said once.