Would you prefer I think, 'He could be Elvis, ' the next time you love me?" Aenea, you keep talking like this, and all I'll be able to focus on is tak...ng you to bed and enjoying your all-encompassing sensuality." Good, I'd hate for you to forget about that," teased Aenea."OK, if we are to deal with the reality of the present, what are we to do with my Dad? He hasn't been the same, since Mom died. He seems to have no direction, motivation or energy." Well, I think the answer is simple, if you. I came up with this idea. I got a ¼ inch hose, put it in the cooking oil, sucked it full to my mouth, thirty-six inches worth, put the hose in my cock and started to blow the oil out as I lowered it in. I did get the hose empty and all thirty-six inches of it. It felt wonderful. I pulled it out and then got the first rod that was an issue and slipped it in. it did go all the way in, but still hurt. I left it in, went to the bathroom and got some tooth ache medicine. I dripped a drop on my. Maybe stir something up once in a while, just for fun." I feel that way too, sometimes," Harper admitted. "The hell of it is, I'm afraid I'd miss the excitement of it, the thrill of the hunt." Yeah, me too," McMullen said. "God, this morning was about as easy a score for that kind of money that I've had in a while. Remember when we dreamed about getting a thousand bucks to play with?" We've gotten past that," Harper said. "We could both retire on what we've got in the bank. Just live off the. She looked at me as she pulled the hand to her mouth, sucking the warm musk from my finger. I offered her the other one, which she eagerly accepted after asking, “Aren’t you going to taste?” “You’d better believe it,” I answered as I stood up to leave. “I’m getting off here,” I added with a sly smile, “Do you want to get off, too?” “I thought you’d never ask!” she replied, licking the last evidence off my finger, after standing up. Stepping off the train, we watched as it receded into the.