“Things like dinner tonight, the conversation, the laughter and the connection are part of what I miss. I also miss the physical and emotional conne...tion of real intimacy. I miss being able to focus on somebody else’s pleasure, while they focus on mine. I miss that trust in another person to give me what I need while they trust me to give them what they need. Is that what you miss?” You briefly think and reply with a simple “Yes!”.“I propose that first, we set out to see if we can help each. Devers tried to cut him off."She is leading our generation down into the fiery pits of hell itself with her lascivious displays and wanton conduct," he continued relentlessly, pointing at me, his bent nose wrinkling as if he smelled brimstone.While he rambled on I was examining him as if he were some kind of a bug -- a praying mantis came to mind. I'd read that females of that species bite off the male's head at mating, which didn't sound like a bad idea in his case but was totally impractical.. . the hard shaft feels good on my rough tongue. Oh NO !Am I liking this? Sorta, kinda feeling I might............. Then my lipswrap a tight seal, and you start fucking my mouth and my head wants tostart bobing up and down. My tongue is sliding up and down your shaft.Wow - I think this is actually fun, as I am sort of in control as yourmoaning endlessly. I tell you to get off of me and you will like itbetter on the leaning post. You go there and lean back with a stiff 7inches pointed at the. After basking in the musty sweat, I leaned in to Chuck’s face and kissed him, letting him get a whiff of his masculinity.“Like my pits, boy?” he asked.“Yes, sir. I fuckin’ love your pits, sir,” I replied. I found that calling bears ‘sir’ while in a sexual mode gave them an extra feeling of dominance, and I enjoyed being dominated by them and hoped it would go as far as for them to rape my ass like a prison bitch boy.“I think he’s earned himself a little reward, Rick,” he said. “Take those pants.