And now you are further aroused by the extreme contrast my hot mouth and the cold ice provide. I move my tongue around, tickling your head, the ice fl...wing from one side of my mouth to the other. I remove my lips from your manhood and blow lightly against its wetness. Shivers run down your spine. Now my lips tease along the side of your shaft, the ice held by my tongue rubs your skin. You moan. After travelling the length of your shaft and back up the other side, the ice has almost melted. I went from being a known Christian theologian to an avowed Heathen who honors the Old Ones of my ancestors.What? You posted stories here how are you a theologian? Simple, in my travels I’ve never met anyone saint or sinner who wasn’t a freak on some level. Sexual feelings are a valid part of being human and it’s only when you attempt to suppress or go hog wild with them that an issue is created. That includes the deep dark ones as well. You know the ones you won’t even tell your spouse about. ” And so, he held his love. If she wasn’t writhing any more, she was relaxing into his arms, showing trust. He wasn’t certain that she should trust him, but he enjoyed that trust too much to warn her.She agreed immediately to another picnic on Saturday. She was his as he had been hers for so long. And she was his love. He told her of that love on the porch and again on Thursday when they said goodbye.Friday night, thinking of her, remembering her writhing nudity the week before, he couldn’t. About a year and a half ago, I returned home early from a day at the spa and walked in on Arthur with a slutty teenaged neighbor of ours bent over Elizabeth's bed, pounding her pussy with reckless abandon as she squealed with delight and screamed, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. A divorce followed shortly thereafter. Since then, my age-defying appearance has attracted numerous lovers of various age-groups, often much younger than myself. When the whim takes me, I pursue hard cock.