.." I trail off, unsure of what I want to ask for, just knowing I need him inside of me.He laughs at me. "You need what?"I feel myself flush as I try ...o formulate a response. I clamp my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs, and his quick and sharp slap across my thigh quickly convinces me to open them again.I open my mouth to speak, but I'm still unable to come up with the words I want.In a rush, I blurt it out. "I need you inside me." Nothing. No response from him.I try. "Is he then advancing on Paris?" The minister of police maintained a silence which was equivalent to a complete avowal."And Dauphine, sir?" inquired the king, of Villefort. "Do you think it possible to rouse that as well as Provence?" Sire, I am sorry to tell your majesty a cruel fact; but the feeling in Dauphine is quite the reverse of that in Provence or Languedoc. The mountaineers are Bonapartists, sire." Then," murmured Louis, "he was well informed. And how many men had he with him?" I do. I finally stopped the guessing game and decided to tell him. “It’s my dick, dude.” “Really? Oh,” was his reply. He didn’t seem too phased that he was touching my dick which struck me as a little bit odd, not that I complained. His hand remained where it was. “I want to feel yours too,” I said. I reached my hand over to his groin and started to feel up his cock. After a while of getting a really good idea of what each other’s dicks felt like, Fred pulled his hand away from my penis and I. " Nia said in a conciliatoryvoice, like she was talking to a girl who had just had a temper tantrum.I sat there as Nia explained and showed me how to roll my stockings up mylegs, caressing my legs as she did so and then attaching them to mysuspender belt."You will need to shave your legs to get the full benefit, you know." Niasaid adjusting the straps on my suspenders. "You have sometimes to adjustyour suspenders to stop them suddenly pinging off."I felt my manhood trying to escape my.