I'm caressing my body and smearing sweat still pouring off my pores. I don't like that feeling but my body needs it sometimes and I know I improved my...physical shape and I feel always great after sweating.Of course I'd love to have here some nice girl or boy who would pet me now, compliment me and make me cum - I forced myself not to orgasm for whole week you can imagine how full I'm. But I'm alone here so I try to satisfy my body now, I use to sweaty orgasms with boys and girls but never did. He showed not the least hint of male-pattern baldness despite his thirty-eight earth-years age.His face retained his original features: a high, proud forehead; prominently crested brows above deep-set blue eyes; a narrow, sharply defined nose with broad nostrils; and a wide, generous mouth framed with full lips. His chin was his good feature: strong, square set, with a broad jaw. His head sat on a strong neck over square and generously muscled shoulders.He felt good ... better, in fact, than he. "It was nothing", he said as he reached for his shirt, our finger tips brushing. I didn't release my hold on it, caus- ing him to stop in his tracks. I traced the muscles of his stomach down to the waist of his pants with my free hand. Then I dipped my finger into the waist band feeling for his cock head. It was hard, wet and dripping with pre-cum. I licked my finger and began to purr again feeling the wetness between my legs. I needed and wanted this man. It was obvious he wanted me.I released. It had been a hurried affair. However necessary it was to mark someone's death, it didn't have to take much time and in any case there were so many funerals these days. There was the plague in nearby Manchester. There was the famine that was decimating Lancashire's rural villages ever since potato blight wiped out the woefully unprepared GM Murphy that had been the main crop. Then there were the casualties of the war in North America where English soldiers were allied with those of the.