Let me stroke your cock and suck your ballsThen you fuck my mouthholding your head and fucking your mouthgoing deep into your mouthagainst the back of...your throatyes - I want thatyesnow holding my cock against the back of your throat, stopping your breathingnow letting you breath againGood. I like that ... I’m kneeling with my head up looking into your eyes...stroking your cock with my right hand and sucking your hairy ballsI’m pressing your balls with my tongueAnd rubbing themMy cock has never. He hadonly seen the room for a matter of seconds as he stole a peek one day,but he was sure he was right. The chances that anyone else would havethe same collection of modern art on the same colour walls would surelybe remote.Rick's eyes widened as he realised that if this was really Chris's room,then the model on the screen had to be Chris. No, he thought, itcouldn't be, surely. He stared hard at the screen, but he reallycouldn't be sure. Some of her mannerisms were a bit similar to some. The real problem was I was male, and not married. I laughed and asked Jane if she had me investigated.She said of course, and I was pure as the driven snow as far as the people that I knew would say. She then said; “You are not a secret goat fucker or a serial killer are you?”I laughed again and said; “Not goats, but I do have my secrets.”I then asked Jane when she needed a decision. She said that the hospital had determined that Sara was going to be discharged as soon as a caregiver could be. I slipped the shoulders off and then slowly unrolled the suit, bending over and I slipped it over my hips, feeling my cock spring up as I slipped it down to the ground and pulled it over my feet. I pulled it right-side out and draped it over the bench. All I can say is that I cant have been thinking very clearly. I stood there in front of Chris, my hands by my side, naked with my half-hard cock standing straight out in front of me. He was looking at me – not necessarily my cock, but taking.