‘He’s probably just busy,’ she said to herself. ‘He’ll call soon’. Just as she was getting into an article about ‘twenty ways to please ...our man’, the phone rang. Amber jumped up and snatched it up. ‘Hello,’ she said in her usual chipper, friendly voice. ‘Hi. It’s me.’ ‘Kevin! Where have you been?!! I’ve been waiting forever for you to call!’ ‘Sorry babe. Look, I really need to talk to you.’ ‘Why what’s wrong?’ ‘Can you come over?’ ‘Yeah, I guess so. But…’ ‘Just come over right away.’ The tone. We got ourselves up early the next-to-last day we were there. We had reservations for “Breakfast with Mickey” at the restaurant on Disneyland Main Street USA. When we got there, they gave us our big button pins with a picture of Mickey on them, and we had photos taken with Mickey himself.After chowing down on Mickey-shaped waffles, we went down to the Mickey’s Toon Town area. We got in line for the Roger Rabbit Car Toon Spin ride behind this little k**- 6 or 7 years old at the most- and his. I grip the base of his cock, firmly so that his blood can not drain backwards, my tongue licks his cockhead, all around, back and forth. He does not go fully limp. His cock is still long but floppy. My tongue licks all around his cockhead and up and down his shaft, both sides and top and bottom. When my tongue pushes its tip into his frenulum ridges, he moans "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I'd luv to coax a second out of him. I lick around and around his projecting corona. His ridge is very pronounced and. Fordays afterwards simply thinking about it brought a serenity I have neverfelt in my entire life, the memory was a moment of perfect peace andsomething nice to dwell on while I administered my meds.Two weeks ago I was out for a walk and caught Emma walking one of herneighbours dogs, she knew my dog, Susie who I got from a rescue shelter,before and after it died. I remember in that horrendous week afterSusie's death, when I was feeling lost and in a state of despair Emmaactually came to my home.