“We’ve got to get lubed up here, so bear with us. Tips as always are appreciated but not required. You can get our free, totally free pics with do...ations through Kik, and I’ll put the link to our Instagram,” she sighed.“This was so much easier in the 1980s. I just walked out on stage to Girls, Girls, Girls, showed my tits, popped some champagne in my pussy, squirted it on the audience and called it a fucking day,” she joked. She had a bawdy sense of humor and she talked to the chatters even. .let me suck you...fuck me...please, don't do me like this...". They ignored my request and continued to have their pleasure and way with my body, all I could do was to submit...and await what ever they had in store for me... Lips and tongue found my stomach and navel and kissed/sucked gently, teeth bit gently and lips sucked my nubile flesh. I moaned and whined as I became lost in abandoned lust. My nipples were tormented with endless nips sucks and kisses, my penis was brought to erection and. Unmistakably, they haveexistence. But, after the moment, when they are no longer held, they arejust ideas, nothing more than memories.Eva, my former love, says I am too philosophical: "too philosophicalfor your own good," she says. (She is not philosophical enough for herown good, I say.)Thom (is it pretentious to include the "h"? I maintain that it is; Thomor Tom insists it is not and tells me that I am a snob.)Only recently, I have begun to consider not only my breasts, but also mytesticles.. It didn’t take much. A few warm apple pies, a dress in cornflower blue, a special smile and fluttering eyelashes. Then moments alone on the porch swing after a good dinner, while her father was inside finishing off a sermon or counseling a distressed parishioner. A few kisses, increasingly ardent, and a well-placed, practiced sigh when, at last, he was bold enough to place a trembling hand on one of her nubile breasts. Slowly, every slowly, but steadily responding to his arousal. Ever modest.