"You don't. Did you send for someone who does?" My lord, there is no one who does. The language is alien." Alien?"The mayor nodded again. Hearing the ...ord on the lips of another made it seem fantastic indeed. He was not certain whether he could nod his confirmation if the question were asked again."Alien," repeated the great lord.The mayor flicked his eyes away, did not give another nod."Look," said Ramad, more patiently. "Ambassadors come to us as the voices of other nations: they are not. Our tongues are dancing in one another's mouth. Her kisses are so sweet and so intense. I feel like I could kiss her for many hours. She takes my hand and we get out of the tub. She has a patio full of furniture. She takes me to a lounge style couch. Her hands are around my waist and our bodies are pressed together.We remove each other's bathing suits. Our hands start to feel each other's bodies. We start rubbing each other's pussies and it feels so incredible. We are both bald and are pussies. "Mind if I sit down," I asked."Not at all," he said."So tell me, how you made it?" I asked."I can't ride bikes any more. My balance is all fucked up from a stroke I had a few years ago. My grandkids want to ride their bikes but their parents are divorced and my daughter works a hell of a lot. So I needed a trike. I looked at what was out there and they were all way to expensive. So I designed this one. Then I kind of built it myself."I got a few tools left from when I was younger. I had to. .. nice things come in small leather packages... God, your beautiful Wobbleke!", winked Chris. Wopke laughed as he rammed himself up inside the hot ass riding him. Chris moaned loudly as he asked his new friend to pound him some more.After a while, Christopher got up and bend himself over the table. "Pump me full, you leather stud! I want you to give me your nut!", pleaded Christopher. And Wopke pounded the yearning ass hard. Pumping a load of jizz over his buttocks. They fell onto the couch..