So Mr Cock is not bowing to the Queen, I must teach him a lesson. Saying that, she grabbed it into her hands as if holding a piece of meat. With her f...ngers she rolled the foreskin back. My cock head was blood red and shining with the pre cum. There was even a drop of pre cum at the eye of the cock. She pulled me closer, holding my cock towards her. She took out her tongue and with the tip of the tongue tasted my pre cum. Mmm, it is tasty, she muttered.. She started fondling with the balls and. I could just see that he had politely positioned himself about 4-5 metres away and was watching our activities. After a bit I looked up and acknowledged him which encouraged him to come closer, about 2 metres away and standing up with a good view and a nice hard-on. We carried on some more until Kt propped herself up on her elbows and asked if he was enjoying himself. He was very positive and said he would like to join in. Kt asked what he would do? He said, " I would like to lick that. So, six years ago, when the oxen-pulled carriage ran my ten-year-old sister into the dirt, it was a tragedy, but it wasn’t an anomaly. I had seen this play before; the townspeople rushing to the accident, the driver sitting in shocked silence, the wails and screams of the bereaved, and then the solemn procession that follows. My mother and father were devastated, my friends were consoling and understanding, but I just stood there like an asshole pointing to the bluish-white translucent figure. There were three other containers nearby, all with open doors, but this one was the orange one and the doors were closed but not completely. Just before pulling it open I glanced back and saw my husband driving around in the golf cart, heading in the opposite direction. I almost stopped then and there, my heart almost bursting out of me when I realized that it would not be him inside. It was not “safe” anymore, but maybe dangerous and that thought seemed to arouse me even more so now that there.