Walking into her bedroom, she dressed slowly, drawing jeans and a shirt over herself, stretching her muscles and pulling a wide leather belt about her... buckling it. With a glance in the mirror, she felt she freshened and her mind seemed to have cooled with her brief rest. The shaking of the storm-winds in her ears had faded, even while the winds themselves still strained at the walls of the house that perched on the watery island. The bull looked up at the house. It was half obscured by the. They were all on display for the inquisitive eye to see, all very much elaborated in ways to appeal to the male sexual engine and keep it going as an incentive for attracting the ‘right sort’ of attention.None of this was remotely helping with Paul’s over-stimulated libido. Every inch of his masculinity ached, yearning for that inevitable release in finding his prize and its soft, satisfying and all-consuming embrace.He went through each site, sorting firstly (as best the site would allow). " Bae nodded okay and he ordered her something. It was sweet with a hint of something strange, new and powerful under it. A bit like Dave, Bae thought, as she sipped it, then gulped it. Then bought another one for herself and another beer for Dave. "Hey, slow down sister Christian," Dave said. His friend came on and played a set. Bae liked it, the feel of the live music and how it both physically and emotionally shook her, even though she suspected that some of the lyrics and song meanings were. He was enjoying himself for a couple minutes of me doing the best I could and I could feel he was getting close. I started to quicken my pace and he was in the mode when he tried to pull out saying “I’m close” and he was pulling himself out and I was trying not to let him, I just kept sucking, while he tried to pull out. I stopped to tell him it was okay . . . He asked “Are you sure”? “I said yes, please” he looked at me and said “Really”? I said yes and I went back to the task. No more than.