I, hoping he would return the favour, but instead he simply provides me with an expertly expressive hand job. He licks his fingers, keeping me well lu...ed, but still, just jacking me with the talent of someone who has jacked off many, many hours on his own. Expert and well trained. Even with my gentle encouragement I knew he wasn’t going to go down on me, so what the fuck. I am back on him, hoping for a glorious load. I sucked him lovingly. Up and down, licking the base, the veiny bottom,. A sluttish whore who is fit only for breeding and pleasure!”Sansa would have gasped if all the breath hadn’t just gone from her like she’d been kicked in the stomach. She couldn’t believe the boy she had once loved was saying such hateful things. She loved her family but she had no part in any of the ‘treachery’ the Starks were accused of, could Joffrey really punish her for something she would never dream of doing?“That’s what I want to do. But Mother insists that our marriage go ahead.” Sansa. ."Hey," he said to me. "Hey, back" I said...and we walked along. I noticed it was just us two..."Come on!" he said and pushed me to the side..."Stop," I said..."Why?" "I don't know, just stop!" I said. Well, as guys do, or don't, he didn't stop and pushed me to the side...down along a side street and then down to the ground..."Come on," he said..."Let me go," I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred hands...I didn't know a guy could have so many hands and they were all on. The bustle of summer was gone. The tourists had all dispersed, heading home to work, school, life in general.It was only a matter of time now before the leaves would begin their annual ritual of moulting into fiery reds and oranges and golds. It was always a bittersweet time of year for me - lamenting for the end of summer, but longing for the pristine white purity of snow to blanket our sleepy little town.We had been married at this time of year, many moons ago. I looked back ever more fondly.