He let go of me and I turned and threw my arms around his neck. Taking him in, from his sexy messy brown hair and his perfectly kissable lips. Speakin... of which… I got on my tippy toes and placed my lips on his, because even in heels he was still much taller than me. My teeth nipped at his bottom lip and he groaned a little. I pulled away and smiled at him. “Are you ready darling?” I asked as I started making my way out of the bedroom. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I could feel. How come?" Huh, I didn't notice really. It's subconscious I guess. 'Cock' is something that I crave, I want 'cock'. I want to get fucked by a 'cock'. I want to suck a 'cock'. I associate 'cock' with something that I lust after. In my mind 'cocks' are big. 'Dick' I guess is average. You know, like sometimes if a guy is cool I'll suck his 'dick' or let him stick his 'dick' in me. Penis is something else, like non-sexual. There's nothing really desirable about a 'penis', it's just a thing. No. “Damn”, I thought, “he must really be enjoying this too”. I looked at Mike as he continued to take my big shaft in his warm, wet mouth. I could hear his saliva and see it coming out of his mouth and around the shaft of my dick, occasionally taking gulps of air while continuing to stroke me. Then he started licking my balls as he gave me a wet hand job.“Tell me when you’re going to cum”, Mike said. I didn't want to cum. I wanted this to last forever. I grabbed Mike by the back of his head and. You have been a very busy and very bad young man and there are many individuals in the area law enforcement service that would be happy to see you dead. It was necessary to burn the house to eliminate any DNA evidence that you may have left behind. Life as you have known it and lived it is now over, forever." And one other thing," he continued. "The first things that you are going to leave behind are the ideas that you are tough, that you know anything at all that is worth knowing, and that.