He stopped sucking on my clit and began to kiss his way back up my body until his lips found mine once again. Of all the things that had happened so f...r this evening, there was still no better feeling than the one of his lips pressed up against mine. That is where I could feel it most that he loved me. “Make love to me,” I whispered against his lips and looking him in the eyes. “I need you.” He moved himself back into the seat and pulled me over onto his lap. My heart was racing a million. What was always different were the nuances of the thrill leading up to those meetings. Whether it was the tension of standing at the urinals and checking out who was actually having a piss and who was looking at other guys cocks, or sat in a cubicle and listening out for a sign that somebody was up for a little fun, causing your pulse to race and your member to quickly harden.Standing there in the dimly lit murk, the smell of defecation, stale piss and old cigarette smoke, undercut with the. “You fancy a closer look?” he looked at Peter, biting his lips. At this point, Peter’s eyes went into hyperactivity. They kept switching from the eyes that were gazing straight at him to the plump pink lips of the stable-boy to the covered body that would almost certainly be his prize. Stephen didn’t even let him answer. He wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist and pulled hard. The effect was mind-boggling. Peter’s lips were cushioned by the drooling lips of Stephen, which then enveloped his in. No obligations, trust me. Women nowadays don’t have to pretend an excuse for sex. It’s not a commodity anymore. We like sex for its own sake, just as men do.“Incidentally, that’s a raspberry banana smoothie, but it also contains vitamins A, B, D, calcium, protein, iron, beta-carotene, etc. It even has HDL cholesterol to help control your LDL levels, my friend,” Lorraine elaborated with pride on the quality of nutritional smoothies in the twenty-second century.“How old is one when they lose.