Gripping the toy harder only intensifies the stimulation, making everything feel better… and so begins a vicious cycle. That’s okay, though. I lik... vicious. In fact, I’m waiting for something a bit more aggressive to take place… What is she waiting for?Right on time, as though she is reading my mind, Xandra shoves the toy back in. Doing so much, much harder than she had the first time. In shock, my body actually relaxes for a moment. The object inside me reaches a natural resting place this. A long gradual hill rose before them, and Jefferson clucked at the mule to encourage it for the climb. Ben glanced back but never changed his pace."I still don't know how you came to be free or what old Caroline had to do with it." Not rightly sure mysef what Caroline did," the black man said, "think I can make a good guess. 'Sides there's a lot more years 'fore we gets to her. Tell you more later. Looks lak we got us some more comp'ny. Whoa, Ben, whoa now. You talk to him, Seth." Jefferson. ??????????? The tip of his penile head wasdripping profusely, having already saturated the small bits of curly blondhair adorning his privates. The thin stream of blond pubic hairleading from the base of his stiff johnson to his belly button, itselfstill red from tickle-torture, was laced with adolescent cream. His crop ofpubic hair wasn?t sufficient to be called a bush- as most girls hadlearned from another boy who shared a locker with Danny-? but it certainly went beyond the peachfuzz stage. Mum asked if l wanted anything to eat but l said l wasn’t hungry, that l was tired and going to bed.I hardly slept, l desperately wanted to wank but forced myself to leave my cock alone, l needed to be wound up in the morning. Somehow l wasn’t worried if l would get into trouble, l knew Mum loved me and even if it all went wrong she would forgive me. I worried that she would be strong enough to stop me. I watched the time ticking round, l must have finally dozed off when l was woken at eight.