" He said. "I want a bit of whiskey." So what kind of fantasies do you have?" She asked. "I think of dangerous things like having sex in my school...or getting caught - like I did with my brother's friend. Or even just having someone watch me." I told her."When you got caught, do you think that boy's mother liked watching you suck him off?" She asked."I was done when she came in the room." I bet she watched for while before she interrupted." Maybe she did. That's kind of kinky." I said."I. I discovered that when I was on my back with mylegs raised up against a wall with my hands behind my thighs. I couldpull my crotch toward my face. And with a pillow under my head it wasfairly easy to pull my cock into my wide open mouth.I realized pretty quickly that sucking your own cock was all about suckingcock. Not getting a blowjob. No not at all. It was pure cock sucking thatwas on my mind. The taste of my cock. The smell of my cock.The way my cock got harder and thicker as I sucked it.. When I eventually got there, my granddad turned off the TV and said, “Good, you are up. Are you willing do a couple of chores?” I nodded and we headed outside. Work on a farm is difficult and we busted ass to get the chores done. Thankfully my grandparents had downsized the farm and only had a few a****ls and two acres of land to tend to. We made short work of it all and got it all taken care of in a couple of hours. On the walk back in my granddad and I had a heart to heart talk. He started by. "When I meditate, each progress doubles the amount of doses. It's a shame that I can't keep the new shape of the bridge at all times. Currently my soul can handle sixty four doses of savagery ... I wonder how it corresponds to my control of the body". His habit of talking to himself from his training days in the Essene Cave resurfaced.Zax got up on his feet and stretched himself. Though he did not eat anything in the past two days, to a bodily cultivator it was not much if from the beginning.