Still soft, the ridge of the head could clearly be seen through the folds of skin covering the tip.Even in this state it looked hefty and long. A thic... tube of flesh trapped against my thigh and outlined by the shorts. Grabbing the bottom of the shorts he pulled them down, slowly exposing my manhood. Looking up at me I saw him grinning; his eyes locked onto mine and then he felt something tap his chin. Mera Lorha!!!Now closer to nine inches long, it had a slight upward curve. The foreskin was. Theypulled him up from time to time, but never for long enough to allow hisskin to dry out. He complained of boredom, but said that the process wasquite soothing. He asked if he could simply go in a tank from the neckdown, but since this would leave his head untreated, it wasn't an option."It might someday be possible to make the Onconel into a thick cream," DrAlderton pondered, as she had done many times. The Secretary Generalwasn't particularly interested in such refinements, though.On the. It was as if she had never been there. With the exception of the couch and the sunset, there was nothing left. For months after she left him, he was in a deep funk. He only left the house to go to work. He tried to improve, knew he had a problem, deleted Johannah as a friend and dumped all of his photos of her; however, as much as he tried, each time he heard her come and go, the sound of her heels or boots on those marble floors, his heart would race and his cock would grow. And then. To the last, I really didn't know. I could probably teach atuniversity level. I had the psych training that required, and theknowledge. But the prospect held no real appeal for me. Watchingyoung people move on to the things I had once hoped to do would be alittle too painful.Or I could consult here on Earth. With my education and experience,there would probably be more than one company who would be happy tohave me in that capacity. Doing such a thing would be hard too. Ijust didn't have.