Don't hang around, hoping for things to get better."Elizabeth looked far away for a moment, and then returned her gaze to Stan."I told Bob this mornin..., now I'll tell you. I'm going to retire at the end of May." That's wonderful, Elizabeth!" Stan blurted, but then he let the implications of the news settle in. "That is wonderful, Elizabeth. But I feel sorry for Bob, he must wonder what he's done." Actually, he was very gracious about it. I think he's looking forward to breaking in a younger. His fingers and toes may have been cold but the head of his cock looked far from cold. But I said it anyway. I wasn’t shy no more, mot that I’d now had a good tug on his ballbag. “Does that need warming up as well?” “What?” “Your dick.” “Why? Does it look cold?” “Dunno.” And then I noticed it was growing. It was getting fatter and now it was pulsing up and getting hard. “It looks like it’s getting warmer now, mate.” So was my cock in my jeans. The paperboy just stood there and his cock got. "He's a real lightweight." Jack commented to Connie. "Not bad looking up close either." He was really glad they had picked him. Jack took him to the nursery and set him on the dressing table. "Let's get his things off." Said Connie as she began unbuttoning his shirt. John was scared. Not just frightened but terrified right down to his sole. Terrified of what said they were going to do to him. He lay there naked now, stretched out on the plastic cloth on the table. "I've got the lotion. I work to keep myself just as open, exposed, and without cover mentally as I am physically, to keep my thoughts focused on the perception of every sensation, the moment just before my mind takes them and tries to categorize and define them. In this ultra-heightened state, I couldn't create a coherent thought on my own if I had to. "Are you there, my precious beast? Are you well?" she whispers to me, so close that I feel the brush of a few strands that have escaped from her carefully created.