His worming tongue, his sheer animalistic desire to lick me there is intoxicating, the shackles of the taboo act beginning to drop away until I find m... hips wiggling of their own accord. I shiver at the change.Will pulls back and spits on my arsehole, then massages it in with his tongue. Then a finger. Then two. I'm beside myself as he explores where I've never been touched. Never occurred to me to even try.I kind of want him to stop, fearful of the consequences, but the rush permeating my body. Perfect. Wonderful. I have found my second career, my true calling. Science be damned. In short, sir, I got the job.? ?What job? Tell me all about it.? ?Let me get warm and I will.? ?Do you want a drink?? ?Yes. No. I?ve had enough. Two with you. And two more with Yves.? ?The waiter?? ?Yes. Well, most of two. I didn?t get to finish the second.? She is a little drunk, I thought. But even higher because of something else. I turned off the television and sat down on a sofa, where she soon joined. "No, sting to much, sting not good!" he tried raising his voice in aneffort to get past the language barrier. Her big smile and hand full ofthe ginger brown stuff that she preceded to slap on and knead into theskin just over his left kidney showing that she had not got what he wassaying. "That's what I get for going to what must be the only massage house inBangkok that gives regular massages!" Milton thought to himself, howeverafter the first fiery sensation had seeped into his skin, and. " I told them as I got on the bed with them.They both just consoled me for a minute, and we didn't do anything sexual for a couple minutes."Are you really getting divorced?" Tim pondered."I don't know, I guess that's up to him," I mentioned.Then I leaned over, and put my hand onto Tim's cock. I began stroking it slowly, but it didn't get hard though."Come on, Tim. You love it when your mom gives you a hand job," I said slowly."You aren't worried about our dad?" Tim pondered."No, either way,.