“No, Rick. I’ll do anything else. But my ass is off-limits.” I think the fact that I’m setting limits is making his cock even harder. The fact...that I’ve never done it makes him want it more, but he seems resigned to the fact that I’ve said no. “Fine,” he sighs. “So, you don’t want to do what I want to do. Your turn.” “Let me suck your cock,” I say, with no hesitation. It’s right there in front of me, and I’m dying to put it in my mouth. “Glad to,” he says. He straddles my chest, puts one hand. “You need proof.”I smiled. “Oh yes.” I said. “Cheers, can we go home now?”Tony laughed. “If you want.” He said, “but I think you might like it” he added.“Only kidding, Tone” I answered raising my hands in mock surrender.By now we were both stripped down to out underwear. I had a pair of black boxers on and tony had the largest white Y fronts I had ever seen. They were huge.He stood up and slid them down his chunky legs.I followed suite and slipped my boxers off.The towel I was given I had. The land opened up to a white lake, green shattered islands atop the two patches of water. Awakened from the slumber of ages past, the goddess pushed aside the titanic blanket, revealing a body sculpted by artists themselves, an enchanting testimony to the beauty of this world held back only by a pair of white lace lingerie. The pillows that inspired so many poems parted to reveal extruding fangs, tiny in size but sharp as the razor of a barber, these held atop by a fence of white teeth, almost. She wrapped her chocolate legs around my waist and started massaging my shoulders."Oh, that feels good," I said as I leaned forward."Thanks ... have you talked with your uncle yet?" she asked."Yes, he has no idea what this FBI guy is talking about, either. He says he talked with his friend about him bugging us, and he was told to leave us alone. But you know how they are. They think they see a conspiracy, and they have to dig into it. I just wish I knew what the hell they were talking about," I.