. um I thought you might have some clothes on, and look at you ! " I had my hands in front of my erection, but she stood, and walked unsteadily toward... me, and pulled my hands away. She was stark naked, by the way. "God, that's a sight isn't it?" she grinned , looking down at it. My face was scarlet - puce. Her hand luxuriously wrapped around it. "It's got a real big knob on the end" she cooed, she let go and moved to stand behind me. She was taller than I. She took my right hand and wrapped. If I could hear your thoughts, I'd agree on both counts, but instead I am standing beside you, staring at your gorgeous reflection in the elevators doors, and lost in admiration for what a truly powerful, sexual creature you are.When the bell rings to announce the elevator's arrival I place my hand in the small of your back and lean forward to kiss you gently on the neck, whispering to ask you if you are ready for whatever comes next. You smile back at my reflection and assure me that you are. ' What's the story behind such conserved expressions?" I guess my upbringing again. I didn't grow up with any swearing or foul language. My folks were big on going to church."(Smiling) "There you go again. But it's nice. I think it describes me too. The worst word my dad used was 'horse's neck.' My folks would never understand a man being attracted to another man either. But, this burning desire is there, and never seems to go away for me either. I've wondered quite a lot, why I have. Cindy had been there only once, when she had received an academic award the preceding year. Daddy got right to business by presenting an envelope stuffed with cash to the stammering, wide-eyed director, who thanked him profusely on behalf of the Academy, and wrote out a receipt personally, over the vociferous objections of his secretary, who was promptly dismissed. The adoption paperwork was all done in advance, and after a few signatures, it was finished.Feeling it was time for small talk, Mr..