.well, I'd rather you put it...y'know, down there"I blinked, confused. "Down there?" My cock" he pleaded "Shove that fat bum down on my cock and blow ...way to your heart's content! I want to feel them exploding on my shaft. Oh please baby please!"WELL! This was a new one even for me!Chuckling, I said "Alright then" and made sure I dropped my heavy load down hard onto his waist. I mean hard too. I like new things but I was after all a little bit disappointed that I wasn't going to squash his face. Within minutes of recording my introduction message I had a few replies. One in particular got my interest and we started swapping messages. He was a white top with what turned out to be a thick/throbbing/veined 9.5 love muscle! We arranged to meet up. He said he would take me to a men only sauna here in Leeds. I didn't know there was such a place in Leeds.Martin picked me up at the appointed time/place. We made small talk as we drove to the sauna. I was racked with nerves and excitement. Once. And yet, there they are. They hurt terribly if I don't use the breast pump, but the relief never seems to last very long. And if I hear a baby cry, in a supermarket or something, they just *flood*. I wear this, you know, nursing bra to absorb some of it, but the milk just floods in spite of it and my whole front is sopping wet and I have to go right home and shower and change.Or maybe the biggest thing is the sweat. I sweat like a pig all the time, now, unless it's very cold. I mean, just look. He doesn’t follow the seduction thing very well sometimes…anyhow…) Shortly after dark, Brock clears the dishes and returns with a large fuzzy blanket. We curl up by the fire in the dimly lit room on the dark wood floor. It is surprisingly comfortable, though I could sleep on a rock with this teddy bear beside me. We lay on our side, watching the wood slowly burn, as I caress his chest with my hand. He tilts his head back and we kiss. His lips, though its winter, are still as soft as ever. He.