Finally, the lights dim and the show begins. As the thunderous sound of action fills the theatre within the flashing lights amidst the darkness, you f...el my hand rest upon your knee and gently squeeze. Slowly I massage your leg and you feel as my palm slowly moves up your thigh in between your legs. You giggle and tell me to stop, so I lean in and give you a deep passionate kiss, mouths open and tongues swirling elegantly. A soft moan escapes your lips as my fingers glide up to your clit and. ”We smiled at one another. Neither of us were comfortable talking to strangers, not even in this informal friendly atmosphere. I stared around the room, trying to settle on something to talk about.“These paintings,...” I started. How could I finish that sentence? I left it hanging.“Oh yes, these paintings,” Mary laughed. “Karl, the one with the long hair you met the other day, he paints. They are very...” she paused, searching for a diplomatic word, “abstract”. She smiled triumphantly, pleased. It left her with a day to herself – a rare luxury – and she was determined not to waste it. She jumped up and dressed quickly, eating a brief meal of rations from her pack. There was still a small pile of ale-soaked clothing in the corner, and she gathered it up with a wrinkled nose.Nathaniel’s tent had been disassembled, leaving a small pile of belongings under a tarp made up of the old, torn tent; Leliana transferred everything except his bedroll into her, larger pavilion, determined that. But I don’t hear a single moan, which surprised me a bit, and the bitter salty cum that was my dad’s tasted different somehow, a sweeter, muskier, tangier pre-cum now. Before I have anymore time to analyze, the cock is taken away and I feel it at my hole. Rubbing, poking, and teasing at my gaping hole, I moaned pushing against the restraints to get that cock inside me. My dad roughly says, “You want this cock don’t you boy?”
The first words that I said during this encounter were “YES DADDY!.