”My heartfelt a flush of warmth as I saw the relieved and happy look on Jill’s face. The look on her face was reward enough. But as we looked lovi...gly at one another, I couldn’t avoid that unwelcome guest making another visit to my mind. The thought of how come we had come so far in just such a few short weeks.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sunday 12th November, just before four p.m. found me watching as Jill put the finishing touches to her make-up, having minutes earlier made her. The two posts and the two ropes might stand for everything and for nothing. But regardless of their metaphorical significance, they held Miho fast. Two years ago she had watched as her father had bound Keiko with the same ropes to the same posts. That had been the last she was allowed to see of before she was shooed out of sight into the house by her mother. Should she have waited? Keiko had been two years older before she asked. Why had she screamed like she did? Keiko had refused explanation. He slipped both hands free and started to lower my thong down my thighs, slowly I could open my legs a bit at a time for him and by the time I had both legs free, his hands were slowly tracing up the backs of each leg – it tickled, it sent shivers up my spine, it made me wet just thinking about where his hands were going to end up and what they and hopefully his tongue were going to be doing any second.He reached the join of my legs and pulled me back to him, his nose disappeared into my bush. Dear Dickhead!orA Letter to KurtDear Dickhead!Dripping PrickheadDrooling Dickslit, How are you?My ballbag!Sagging allbagDrooping Nutsac, Says it's fine.So, Headrim!Pouting pricklip, Sloping Dickridge, Bye for now!Your gonads!(Teasing Testes, )(Pleasing Scrotus, )Til next time!S.W.A.K.*Sealed With A KockdripDick DripsI lovethe Arrowpointon a Posing StrapWherethe Dickheaddrips its Mansap:a pulsing Rest, a Beat;and Beadof Precumfills that tight Gap.I lovethe telltale Stainon a jockstrapWherethe.