Like a Dr slaps a baby's bottom when it is born! Telling him to take me in his mouth again and again, my pre juices leaking in his mouth...intoxicatin... him to the love of Cock! Having him use his mouth to press and rub my slippery shaft back and forth over my spit soaked belly...bending my Cock down so he can do the same against my thighs...my wet shaft all over his face.Letting the heat build deep inside me as my lust fuels my holy juices....building a hot load to fill him with the spirit of. Having just found their cabin they hadn’t wasted time before seeking refreshment after the long drive down. Yet before they reached the bar there was a friendly greeting, “ Now there’s a lady I’m pleased to see!” said a smart looking middle-aged man who was with two other chaps at the bar. It was Ed Lewis with his pals Nigel Finch and Malcolm Dowel. They were all advertising executives and as such spent most of their time living the easy life as they toiled for inspiration dreaming up TV. I was feeling strong and alive, passing several other cyclists. My manta kicked in, ‘The harder it is, the stronger I am.’ I visualized the transition area ahead and slowed as I neared my gear. Veronica was standing there ready to assist me. As I got off the bike she handed me my running shorts. I visualized her strong hands pulling down my cycling shorts and exposing my stiff erection. Her hand held it as she looked at me, saying ‘the harder it is the stronger I am.’ I pulled my running. I'm only 5 inches but fairly thick. You would think it would be akward but it wasn't. the drink had taken over. In the corner of the bar and away from the stragglers by the bar we had nearly total privacy. Lucy smiled and said "prove it ". I looked at Peter and he smiled and said yes prove it. Well I undid my trousers and being so hot I wasn't wearing underwear either I sat there with my cock hanging out for both to see. Your not 7 inches peter said with a grin on his face. I am hard I replied.