Her secret treasure was open to him to do as he willed. She watched with baited breath as his head lowered slowly, slowly, slowly--then!"Ohhhhh!" she ...erked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still closed aperture, his tongue flicking lizard- like at the quivering opening.Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly down. Its not a story really. but true life experiance. That has led me to have issues with my foreskin. a love hate relationship with it really.Having made the relationship with June sexual, I just had to see her again. I desired her attention. I had become addicted to the pain/pleasure of her attention to my cock. The next time I was able to visit her, Rik was there. so I had no chance to talk to June bar a quick wink and her assuring me that our secret was oK and that she was looking forward to. We are, however, trying to supervise ... influence ... promote constructive change here, the necessary minimum to avoid catastrophe. The aim is to ensure the survival of the planet, not to produce a global utopia."Xav wasn't convinced. "What if the two are inseparable? That the elites are so much part of the problem that a solution cannot be engineered around them?" An interesting point of view, possibly. However, I think there is a situation developing which you might find of more immediate. ’Within a few strokes we hit a rhythm.‘Yeah, Santa, talk to me with your cock, talk to me! Harder!’I pushed out my ass to meet each thrust.‘Take it, you dirty slut, Polly, take it! You fucking sissy!’‘Yeah, Santa, do it. Shag me! You're fucking me through my Lycra!'‘Merry fucking Christmas Polly!Harder and harder he slammed his prick into me. His hard prick really stretched the thin layer of lycra against my asshole, as he pumped me in and out, faster and faster. My ‘ooh’s and his grunts must.