His soft warm tongue againflicked out, this time from my tiny hairless balls,right to the head of my cock. I shuddered with thesensations, my hips pus...ing forward for more. Histongue again engulfed me, this time from further backunder my sack to the tip of my cock, a sensation Icannot even begin to describe.I kicked my shorts clear of my ankles, and squatted toallow his tongue free access to my scrotum. His tongueshot out, and caught me right across my tightlypuckered asshole, which caused my. “Holy cow, hahaha!” Ian laughs again as Aaron’s point of view switches again, and then around, and then again until he gets to the second POV.“Liking it back there?”“Hrm??” Aaron spots Ian’s hand just as it comes in and slaps him in the face! “MGK! MRRGK!” Aaron irks in discomfort as Ian slaps him several times – making Aaron rock and roll a bit in his vision.“Oh, here.” Ian starts walking.“Brrm, boorm, boop, buuwah, brrf” Aaron grunts and irks with each step, seeing his whole view bounce. But I think my point is best made – as most so often are – with a story of its own. I was on the course a few weeks ago, like I am most afternoons, and I see this young hack on the tee in front of me take a half hearted swing and hook his tee shot out of bounds into a muddy area. Now as the rules state he tees up another ball and manages to keep this one in play but what astonishes me is that even though his first ball is out of bounds, it’s clearly retrievable, yet this guy ignores it and. I couldn't," I answered, as I buried my anger."I thought you were dead, and so did your father," she said."No mother, I'm not dead. Mom, I want to come home for Christmas," Isaid brightly, trying not to betray my feelings.I was met with silence as my mother pondered what I had said."Mom, did you hear me?" I asked."Yes, I heard. I'm just surprised you want to come home after all theseyears," she replied."Mom, I would really like to see you and Dad again, please?" I pleaded.I wasn't going to.