Eggs have to be fried until they look, feel, and taste like rubber. Sweets can't be too sweet, but loads of chocolate on a sweet is ok. The fish can O...LY be wild caught, not farm raised (which had me hunting all over the beaches for a local fish market). And his coffee? Freshly roasted and brewed each morning with 10 packs of sugar, NO cream or milk. As far as vegetables go, 100% fresh from a local or organic farmer, rinsed off and steamed perfectly tender, then stewed. In the beginning, I had. I put down my menu and, grinning, countered her thrust with my friendly repartee. "So, does that mean you prefer the Spotted Dick?"We sure weren't talking about the menu anymore. I thought I'd got the best of my buxom buddy, Betty but her grin widened like the Cheshire Cat before she struck back. "Oh, I do enjoy it now and then, Bob but I don't think I'd recommend it for you. I have a feeling you're more of a 'Hot Pot' kind of guy."Right... so, no way were we still talking about food and I. What was even more interesting is that while carrying things; very few of us could see below the chest as the equipment was blocking the view. Luckily, I managed some glances at some very nice packages and they weren’t the kind your local carrier brings and you sign for them. Everybody had on jeans, but some were so tight against their asses and their crotches I could even see their full-shafts without much effort. Other guys had a loose fit which made it easy to see their ass cracks every time. It stinged, yes, but it also gave me an exciting warm feeling. It made me ask him after that time to do it again, which he loved to do. I was sure today I also would get some hot, stingy, red cheeks. But first I did wanted to go back to that sweet cock of him. Keeping one hand on the upper side of the shaft of his cock I started to lick the under part like it was an icecream. licking and sometimes kissing it my head was moving slowly to the head. "No, not yet," I did think,: "not yet..." My.