It was as if some higher force was at play there; he had not actively decided to enjoy that sort of thing, he had not actually done something. It had ...ot been his fault!That had changed one evening, when his mother came home – wearing the same black dress shoes she wore on most days to work – and disappeared into she shower right away. Gabriel had stood there, over her well-worn, stinky shoes, imagining clouds of pure smell rising up from them. That smell had been so strong that it made his. But it was true. I played and played with it. I enjoyed the softness. It was wet. It was inviting. I wish I was inside it. I wish I was consumed by its… Its… Its greatness. I continued licking it. And she had her third orgasm because of my actions. I felt manly now. Even though I knew better, I still felt more manly then I’d ever felt. “Marry me” she said. “Do this every night for the rest of our lives?” she said. I stopped licking and looked up. Really, you mean it? That’s the look I gave her.. He looked up into my eyes, I noticed, felt, that however amazing the sex between was going to be there was a darker suppressed side to Neil. Momentarily I wondered what exploring that part of his sexuality might involve. I was pulled back to the reality of the situation as I felt the tip Neil's tongue on my clit, circling, teasing. I needed him inside me. Clumsily I unbuttoned his fly and push his jeans and pants off his body. His cock was well presented and erect. Neil lay on top of me, kissed. It's complete ... never happened before."He touched another on a chair, "This one is Toshiro Yoshimitsu, that's a Chokuto by Go Yoshihiro, Bizen Nagamitsu made that Tsurugi/Ken, and Ike Muramasa forged that Kodachi."Pretty soon, there was a sergeant following along with a brass tag maker, making tags as fast as he could. The only difference in the tags was probable provenience by John Parker 1969John was sorting them into sets and singles. A few pairs, but mostly sets and singles."This is in.