A contrast of perfection of aroma, bitter fragrant savour and the heat of the crystal fluid.A small motion dispensed with slave and guardian to leave ...er alone to savour the tea, the perfection of the moment and the mental preparation for what lay ahead.She looked at the blossom, visible in the shadowed garden and felt a surge of poetic rapture. A Haiku for the moment that was now.Pink blossomwith painclear air.The poem came to her in an instant, perfect in composition, that overt contrast of. The region was soaking wet. I took hold of her undies’ elastic with my teeth. Gently I started pulling it down till her arse cheek became visible. As soon as they came in my view I started my assault on those lovely pounds of flesh. Because of the posture she was in her arse was protruding outwards making it much more inviting. I started chewing of those fluffy mounds and playing with them. I used to purposely hit it with my mouth hard enough to observe the bouncing effect of those soft dunes. Crystal let me make love to her just before I left to work at scout camp for nine weeks that summer. Crystal decided to get birth control after the first time we made love to each other. I did my best to make sure Crystal enjoyed sharing my bed with me the last night before camp. I wanted to convince her to stay faithful to me while I was gone.Crystal and I traded e-mails daily while I was at scout camp. I asked her to be my steady girlfriend the night I came home from camp. She agreed. I beat my cock in my fist and spurt copious amounts of cum again. I groan deeply as I lean back and the warm cum splatters over the shining, tan skin of my naked belly and pecs, all carefully waxed free of any hair as you command. The cum runs down the contours of my muscles with the rivulets of rainwater and drips from my balls to the wet grass beneath me. You chuckle. I can see the cleavage of your heavy full breasts rising and falling in the lapels of your coat as you laugh at me. I am.