I’d give him little nips on the tip of his penis until he’d stick his hand under the table and pull my head away from it. Then he’d spray his cu... all over my hair and I’d rub my head all over it to get the last drop. Or I’d imagine us in the fancy hotel across the river, feasting on room service and champagne. That fantasy was a little too tame. So I’d spice it up by having him surprise me with a blindfold and handcuffs. He’d chain me to the bed and tickle me with his tongue. Out of nowhere,. .", and "...did she give you a hand job at the same time...", and "...can you give me her phone number so she can do the same thing for me...", and "...you really look cute with no hair there, are you going to keep it that way...", and "...nice Steve, I have more hair in my armpits than you do in your crotch..." Some friends.October 8th - Well, the stitches are out and everything is pretty much back to normal - except that my scrotum is just an empty sack now. The swelling from the surgery has. I and Riya were in regular contact with each other and she used to share with me about her husband , in laws and 6 months old daughter .One day I was in office when she called me to invite me for her sister wedding. So I said her to meet in the evening as she was in the city.I picked her and came to my room. We ordered pizza and coke and started chatting. It was raining and I said to stay tonight here .She called her family and said she will be with her friend.We had dinner .By the time her. The really intense moments were when she would walk away from me while wearing it and you could see by the jiggle of her ass that either she wasn’t wearing panties, or was wearing a thong. The fact that all that stood between me and her ivory skin was the scant centimeter of a flimsy $5.99 Kmart Special dress drove me to near madness. Of course due to recent events in the last couple of days, I didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Ha! In my head I’m dancing a jig. Like Fred Astaire on.