Feeling it awaken, hardening, as I circle the tip of my finger around it.My fingers removed, I raise them in front of you. You stare at it, your juice... glistening on the tip. I wipe my finger on your neck, like perfume. The flowery fragrance of your Armani Code mixed now with a musky, earthier, needier scent.Your only response is to groan softly, silently willing my fingers to return. And return they do. Pushed roughly inside your knickers, my hand cupping your sex. Two fingers pushed inside. It was an uneventful non-stop. Even with the upcoming long weekend, there were only a few on board. When I got to the terminal, I saw a van labelled "Monkey Mia Dolphin Resort," walked over and asked the driver: "Goin' to the Resort?"He looked at his clipboard. "Dr. Hollister?" Right." Just hop in, you're the only one this flight."We were there in under 15 minutes. The landscape was uninteresting. The conversation non-existent.At the resort, there was a tubby chap in a knit shirt and shorts. They always want to get as close as they can. They want to know if the rumor is true. They see a Jew and want to know if their cock is as small as a thimble. Actually it's true. When I am hard my schlong looks like a clitoris, but an aroused clitoris I must say. I see by the reaction by some of my words, that I could use more tasteful slang's for male gentalia. Actually I do use other words for my little stump. The ladies think it's cute when I call it my stuffed mouse. It is stuffed with. Wen we returned from skol I wen straight to her and I proposed and I asked if she like me I told her to wear my fav color chudi and come and tel to me and I went to my room.I was waiting there for about one hr but she didn’t show up.I felt really bad.wen I went out to see her, she again avoided me. Like this it happened for one week.Her b’day came, everyone brought her gifts but I didn’t actually that was the first time I didn’t give her a gift even I didn’t wish her.I was during in the terrace.