Her lips pulled away from mine and she glanced down. For the first time, I saw her smile and it was as if the sun had suddenly come out. I realised ho... truly beautiful she was.Her hand turned as still she looked down, “I have never seen a white one before, it is pretty.”I’ve never had my cock referred to as pretty I thought.“And I have not touched one before, any colour,” she said. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and carefully she felt it as if it were a strange object. Then she gave it a. He was startled by the sudden knock at the door, ‘Michael! It’s me let me in before somebody sees me!’ called Cassandra. He grinned and practically yanked the door open gazing at her with a big grin on his face before pulling her in and shutting the door. He kissed her roughly and shoved her coat off her shoulders. Cassandra squealed joyfully and jumped into his arms and kissed his neck, he carried her over to the bed and deposited her there, ‘Glad you could make it.’ ‘Of course,’ she said a. I love tights more, always will, but theres something to be said about stockings. I stood looking in the mirror at myself. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. Then Sean came in. I felt like I'd been caught. My heart stopped. He'd lost the wine bottle some where and had a look on him I'd never seen before. Looking back it was lust. He came up behind me and started to feel me all over. A bit clumsily looking back, but still I don't care. he stroked, caressed and rubbed me all over. All of them like figments of my imagination but each of them power full and unforgettable. I smile as I think back of the magical times on IRC when they lighted up my imagination and fired up the sweetest and sometimes the darkest and desires. I close my eyes as the rock sounds of a band starts the lead singer pours his heart out and is backed by the wailing guitar and the determined drums. My thoughts are drawn to a specific moment in time something sweet that has stayed with me so long after.