’‘All right, then.’ I went back to sit in the chair. ‘Kneel.’ She rose from the bed and did so. ‘Suck it.’ With scarcely a pause, almost...as though she felt she had waited too long for his moment, she cupped one hand under my balls, grasped the shaft with the other, and bent her head to the task. She was good, varying tantalising licks with the tip of her tongue to deep suction, lips firm as she took in almost my full length. Although there was no need, I felt it would please Mac if I put my. Perhaps I shouldn't be astounded that he would be interested in Poetry as well."Poetry is everywhere, Gaku, in the hills and streams around us, in this roadway, even in the sunset. If something makes you feel, really feel intensely... use words to make someone else feel the same. That is all poetry is to me." Poetry around here? Where?" Gaku turned wildly about in his saddle and I had to adjust my Short bow out of my way to follow him. "If there is a poem here, I don't see it." Recite something. "Bailey, what are we going to do with your boobs?" What's wrong with them?" They're pancakes!' She said. "A good sissy needs her titties. It's oursource of pride. It says we aren't just playing dress-up. We'recommitted to this. I have a good boob doctor. He can put a couple ofimplants in. You'll have boobs in two weeks. Pretty, firm boobs." No thank you, Cream-Pie," I said. "I'll deal with what I've got." Okay, okay," she said. She grabbed her purse. She handed mine to me."Food! Wine! Men!". "Lorraine strained to see who the man was but couldn't make out any details. She knew that she should get out of there. Having sex with 2 men was stupid but to continue on like this was just plain crazy. But Lorraine didn't have much choice, the man was pushing her back down onto the mattress, spreading her legs wide with his knees, covering her smaller body with his larger one.Something in Lorraine's subconscious triggered. The man's cologne smelled familiar, it was unusual but familiar.