Then round and around the head I licked, and licked my way back down the shaft again. Next I planted slow, hot, adoring kisses, my appreciative kisses...inching my way up his beautiful cock. I kissed the very tip, and then curled up the tip of my tongue into a tiny point, which I then slid just inside the head, He trembled and moaned, and I felt so proud and happy that I can and do bring my sweet handsome prince so much exquisite pleasure. My tongue slid under the shaft, and working together with. Then he would nod his head and say, “We got us a cherry.”***So many times I had seen this, somehow it always seemed fresh and new. It always fascinated me; I think all of us. I wondered what would have happened if Josh ever said a hole wasn’t virgin.I don’t remember when this part started, but I would open the Vaseline and pass it to Josh. He would reach into the jar and get a couple of fingers coated with the stuff.He did all of that now, passing me back the jar, just like always.***He would. It came from a near accident, which resulted in another accident.We had been riding around town one evening in my classic '66 Dodge Charger. We were chatting on the CB with her parents and some of our other friends. We scared the hell out of them all when, over the air, they heard my tires squeal, Diapers scream, and me yell, "OH SHIT!"Diapers parents, and a number of my CB friends, immediately wanted to know what happened and were we were all right.It took a long time for the laughter to fade. Fly north-north east; we are on the east side of the main road that cuts through the city. I will send you the GPS numbers in a moment. The men have already made a landing pad,” I replied.I found Andy and relayed the conversation. Andy made the call to make sure the last security persons with the Suburban saw to it the mechanics got over to the terminal building for the flight home and then return to the embassy.The truck and vehicles arrived with the last of our crates and people. The skid.