‘Who are you?’ ‘I? I am nobody. But you may call me Master Ko. Your father hired me. I am to be your tutor. I will begin by teaching you mastery...of Go.’ He kneeled and bowed across the table. I laughed with a mixture of surprise and relief. I kneeled opposite him at the Go table and bowed also. Now I had already learned the game of Go from my father, who was a master, having been graded at the 6th dan by Master Kobusi himself. My father played Go in the same manner in which he conducted his. ) She said Cathy had some in her purse, which she'd left on the stairs, and she retrieved one from there. She opened the foil and rolled it onto my cock, then lubed me from her small bottle. Turning her back to me, she stripped her thong down to the top of her thighs and got on hands and knees, wiping some more lube into her hole. She spread her legs and I knelt behind her, wiping my lubed prick against her tiny rosebud.Putting her head down, she reached back with both hands and spread her. In part I blame Starbucks or perhaps more to the point, one of the many zarfs I encounter in my pretense to get myself get glugging away steaming hot 7-11 coffee in their always very thin paper cups. Zarfs! Yah hate ‘em but it’s burned fingertips or yah use ‘em.It’s worth the clap of the heel of my hand to my glabella to knock some sense into me and feeling the realization course through me that perhaps just a little more of the, now refrigerated and the resultant cooling effect of Hazelnut. I then got up on my feet and squatted on top of him with my right hand guiding my thick, slippery dick between his massive asscheeks. Two inches down, my cock found his tight hole…well, tight. Fat Bud tensed up for a second. “Shhhh,” I reassured him, “Just relax. It’ll go in.” To help ease him, I pulled my cock out a bit, then slid it in & out between his cheeks. He relaxed and said, “Ok.” I guided my knob right up to his asshole, and then squeezed it into his still-very-tight opening. He.