His fingers found my asshole again, this time helped with the baby oil. He kissed me lying on our sides facing each other, his oily finger slipped int... me. He rolled me onto my back; kneeling between my legs, he eased one then two fingers into me. The feeling was amazing, I moaned loud, “Oh Dilip…….yeesssss…. ohhhhhh…. Coommeee….. inside me deeeeper…I felt stretched and was wonderfully centered on the friction his movements were making.Looking down into my eyes, he watched me revel in the. Dave kissed my forehead, then inched his way downwards, kissing every inch, pausing as I squirmed when my neck was reached, then spending some time teasing and tormenting my tits. Partly for fun, but partly I surmised, to give his tumescence time to go down.Every touch of his lips on my bare skin was like an electric shock, and I was tingling everywhere his lips had touched. I thought this was the ultimate in pleasure, but when he pulled my legs apart and traced his fingers, then his tongue. Occasionally, they’re badly hurt. It gets on your nerves just being there, and it’s worse for the fighters.It was tense as we got ready, one of Finley’s corner men came in to watch Huffman bandage up Dave’s hands, and I did the same over in Finley’s area. We had to be sure there was no funny business going on. Once, Finley’s hands were taped, I initialed them with a felt tipped marker and returned to my brothers area. Dave was growing anxious, and it showed; he couldn’t stay still. That’s not a. This part he was doing in #1 pencil with a large eraser handy.Occasionally, Dave would bypass a red dot. Such points of interest were too far off the best-travel track and not significant enough to warrant a major deviation between two other more significant points.The other feature of Mellon’s journey that Dave also wanted to adhere to as best he could was staying off of the Interstate highways. Dave wanted to see some of back roads America. Blasting between points at seventy miles an hour on.