He is certainly a better man than most of those left of his generation.’ As Martha continued to talk, I could see Hugh as if I was Eleanor. I could ...eel my frustration that the man I want cannot see me as a potential partner. I would do anything to get Hugh to feel alive again, to be responsive. I, as Eleanor, went to see his sister Madeline, not for the first time, to continue our work as co-conspirators against Hugh’s studied indifference. Everything we had tried so far had failed. Madeline. I was glad that jacking off to thoughts of Taylor didn’t make me creepier around her, at least not in any way I could see. I was still hard a lot of the time I was looking at her, but at least I was able to contain it and not freak out about it now. But when I got home…“Oh Quinn,” the imaginary Taylor would moan. “Fuck studying. You wanna know what’s been on my mind all day? When you’re going to finally take me right here on this table.” As she said this, she would pinch one of her small brown. Her breasts were ample and her stomach was soft, her hips generous enough for him to hold her by. She often lamented her size, but he cherished every part of her. Pulling her to the edge of their bed, he dropped to his knees before her, eager to settle her worried mind with the pleasure and safety they had so often before found in each other. He undid the ribbon tying her robe closed and gently opened the fabric. She wore nothing underneath. Before him, a goddess. If Levan could only understand. "Well, I like it. I like to feel the hardness on my tongue, and see the reaction of me sucking hard, I play a game with myself to see how much I can take of it down my throat." What about when the guy cums, what do you do with it?" Paul asked."I do inevitably swallow some, but I like to be sloppy with it, and spread it around his cock and balls with my lips and my tongue."I looked over to Paul, and could see his cock had grown in his jeans."Is that your cock getting hard Paul?" I asked."Em, yes.