DO NOT FUCKIN' TOUCH IT,hear me?"Damn,what was he playing at?My cock was aching for release,yet here was this cocky young sod telling me what to do!"Y...u get that scrawny twig out and I'll deck ya,ya got it,pal?"Well,given that I was on my knees in a confined space,and this lad had got his rampant big knob at the back of my throat I guess he had the upper hand! So I let go of my zip and concentrated on not choking to death!"Right,ya pervy fucker,I's gonna dump me muck down that queer throat of. We both look at each other, admiring one another, feeling that incredible attraction that always seems to ignite when we get close. We embrace and kiss gently as if we want to make this evening last, and you know your kisses always take me over the edge.Arriving at an upscale dimly lit restaurant, we ask for a private table. We slide into a candlelit booth and order a bottle of wine. You tell the waiter to please keep our wine glasses filled but to give us as much privacy as possible because we. “It isn’t, honestly, but explaining it a different way would take all day – and you still might not understand. Anyway, when we’re close to someone or something for a long period of time or over a long period of time, part of our aura or essence or our life force or whatever you want to call it, rubs off on them - or it. Mages call it a ‘transference’ – a part of a person’s energy co-mingles with the other person or object. It is that aura or essence we require as a focus for spells targeting a. Each time he massages my back and neck while standing directly in front of my head, I want so much to unzip his trousers and sliphim into my mouth while he continues to massage. Forweeks I’ve been thinking about this and strokingmyself. Jeff’s touch is dismally so far and fewbetween. My hand moves across the front of his pants as hetries to breathe evenly and pay equal attention toboth of my breasts. He’s rock hard and straining. I squeeze gently, but firmly. His hand moves to mypubic hair. I.