I feel it growing ever larger and throbbing harder as I make love to it with my hungry mouth… every tiny quiver amplified in the quiet of the mornin..., to the point where I can feel every beat of his heart against my lips and tongue. I take his cock deeper into my mouth and am beginning to lose myself in the pleasure of it… I start sucking harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until my lips have made it all the way down, touching my fingers which are still wrapped around the base of its shaft.. When I asked him why he was being so cold to me and why our love making sessions were few and far between. He said that it was hard to have sex with someone who was always bitching at him. I told him I was sorry for that and would try and make it up to him. Apparently my worrying about Vic having something on the side was causing my attitude and compounding a problem that didn't exist." I also started complimenting him at every opportunity on how he looks and how he makes me feel. There has. The day was not going well.I spied the Convent in the distance. Built upon my land I maintained the Droit de Signeur over the occupants, though I admit I seldom exercised it. For where is the pleasure in ploughing an unwilling wench? Some may enjoy forcing their member up an unwilling channel but not I. I like a channel agape, moistened, ready and willing.I rode to the door and secured my steed. I banged the door with the heavy iron knocker.“Go away,” a woman said.“Open the door!” I. She turned to Jacky. "Come on, you can show me how to takethe car around the back." Jacky's shoulders seemed to unbend withrelief as she breathed deeply and nodded her head. "You don't mind gaysthen?" she asked as they climbed into the car. "Not at all. We are whatwe are. Why? Are you and Betty lovers?" "Like the song," grinned Jackyignoring Vicky's direct question. "What song?" "You know; 'I am what Iam'." "Oh that. I've never worried about it. We all have our crosses tobear." Jacky felt she.