Could I have an interview please?" Certainly, mister Stevens. First a question for you, if you don't mind. What, exactly, is a 'picayune'?"Randy looke... confused. "It's a newspaper, sir." he said."I understand that," said Robert patiently, "But from where does that word come? What did it mean before somebody decided to use it as the name for a newspaper?"Randy was still confused. He was all of twenty-six years old and, after graduating from college, had gone home to live with his parents and. I leaned up, moved his hand and kissed him fiercely. He returned it with equal passion and began grinding himself down onto me harder. When we broke away I looked down to watch as he rode my leg. He was pressing himself down harder than I had been and was rocking slower. I could tell that it hurt more as he leaned his head against my shoulder.“Bounce.” I whispered to him.He gave a moan and began to bounce himself gently on my knee. After a couple seconds he started in harder and harder. He kept. I will spare all of you with the details, but I will tell you that it was not what I had looked for. I still continued to fantasize about something like this and naturally found more and more porn related to themes like submission, domination, humiliation,...I even started to inform me about the different fetishes and tried to find out what I might be into. I was not sure, if I was into something special or not. A few month later I found the courage to visit a sexshop in my hometown. I was. She just looked around smiling at me. I could see straight down her blouse, stammering I asked for a pen and she pointed to her desk. She never stood up like she was posing for me. I walked over to her desk, she said they are right there knoding her head at the pen holder. Man was she sexy. Any ways as I reached for the pen she stood up her face slowly passing the developing hard on in my pants could have sworn I heard her say interesting as she did. Her nipples were hard pressing against.