It hadn't been so bad the first few days. It was only when I realized Liz was out there alone, traveling on her bike, that it had hit me."Oh, Brian. D... you know how much I love you?" she responded. "I know I'm supposed to be the wild one and be independent, but you are the anchor that holds me steady. Do you want me to give up my wild ways and my lovers? I will for you, Brian. You are always my one true love." No, Liz. I never feel bad about you with Nicki or Doug. I'm not upset that you help. Taylor took the head of my cock in her mouth and went up and down my shaft slowly while her eyes still directly in contact with my own i placed my hand on her head to move her in deeperinto my cock i took she wasn't a professional blowjob girl because she had her limit when shestopped me just before my dick reached the back of her throat didint stop her from using herhands for the rest of my length tho i couldn't stop telling her how good she is at giving headTaylor rose up and guided my. "We have a great selection in this area." He points to a room off the main room. I walk in and am overpowered by the smell of leather. I am almost in shock at what all I am seeing. There are more things there then Pete and Amber have. "Is there something special that you are looking for?" "No, I am just interested in what is out there. I have never seen some of these things." I pick up a black paddle. "Some people, like my boyfriend likes to use this on me." I cringe at the thought of being hit. What Uncle Bob did felt really good, and that was good enough for me.With Brinn, it was very different, though. The hard part is explaining that difference. His hands were smaller, of course, but they still felt really good stroking my skin. And he didn’t push as hard, because I don’t think he was trying to massage me like Uncle Bob always did. I think he just wanted to touch me and see what it felt like. But that didn’t matter, really. I loved the way Uncle Bob massaged me, but I also liked.