"I'm not knocking what's happened, Chris. Far from it. I want to run out into the street and scream out my new-found happiness--but that would send th... neighbors scurrying to call the police, I'm certain."He nodded, and she watched the play of light in the thickly curling hair of his crotch, wondering how she could have *ever* thought that a man's sexual organs were ugly. Small and limp or large and pulsing, any prick was gorgeous, a marvel of sensual perfection. It was a delicately constructed. She desired a man’s body more then her own. Especially when he first touched her lips, ohhhhhh that energy which exploded throughout her as they kissed and they kissed and they grappled for control of one another she told herself. Those steamy, soft, and exotic kisses were always too much for her way back when and when they happened, ohhhhhh she knew she was going to be beyond control. And as she thought about it all some more, she’d think about the man’s tongue. When it entered her mouth, how. The machine wound down loudly and angrily and finally churned to a halt with a loud percussive cough.Clay stumbled back to the bed and lay down next to his true love.Silence.No. Not silence.The occasional whisper of breeze. The rumble of and trucks rolling by out on Route 87. The howl of a coyote, the scolding screech of an owl. The scuttling of a lizard up the wall outside. The far off lonesome whistle of a train. In the space between those noises another sound seemed to fill the air.Ashe. Sighing he was frustrated that he'd not even gotten to touch most of them to relieve them let alone his own self. His own member was at full staff and throbbing almost painfully as he looked around the room at the females all in various states of undress. As quietly as he could Jake got up, he guessed he could relieve his self in the bathroom. He was almost to the door when Sheeka touched his leg, "Master? I know that I don't really deserve it but I need you Master. The feeling I felt was.