Bottling everything in isn't healthy... That leads to what happened theother night..."I blurted out, "But I wasn't bottling anything up. I swear! I me...n, Ifelt like I wanted to cry and crap... I just didn't need to... So, Ididn't..." You expect me to believe that you can just control it like that? Youcan just turn off that emotion like a switch?" he asked.I sighed. "Well I used to be able to... Now... Well that's why I'm here,isn't it?"He shook his head. "No Jordan, that's not why you're. You look beautiful to me at that moment, but you always do. ‘Steve, do you think birds do it while they fly?’ You ask jokingly. ‘I bet the fun ones do.’ You laugh at my answer and take the sandwich I have made for you. I think how lucky the bread is to touch your lips. ‘Would you like to be a bird?’ I ask. You ponder the question as you swallow a bite of your sandwich. ‘Maybe if I was a love bird in a cage with you.’ ‘Oh really?’ I reach for my wine and take a sip. ‘Yeah, I’d wrap my little. She held my dick at the base and stroked the bottom half of my cock as her mouth sucked and licked around the head. She started to suck more and more of me into her mouth. Her eyes were now glazed over with lust and she was looking into my eyes again. I watched as she eased the head of my cock deeper into her mouth, she was starting to swallow and I could feel my cock sliding down her throat. I had never felt anything like this before. Her hand was gripping my shaft and pulling me toward her,. It doesn’t matter any way. From the look of it, Dean and Kate are in bed, and there’s no one around for miles. Come on, you know you want it.’ She giggled. ‘Yeek, help, there’s a sex maniac on the loose. Oh God, you are hard again.’ ‘And you’re wet as hell. Yeah, that’s it baby, grab at him with that hot pussy. My sweet perfect pussy, your tom cat knows how to make you purr doesn’t he? My pussy cat that’s always in heat, I can smell her heat and juice a mile away. Nasty little pussy cat,.