" For now, he was only too happy to do anything that might please his guest. "Pick out any one that you like."She gave him a wideeyed look of gratitud.... Placing the tip of one finger to her lower lip in thought, she gazed at the little ones who bustled about bringing in the rest of the luncheon."I'll take that one." She pointed, seemingly at random, picking the one who had whispered the message in her ear. "Can they really talk?"King Norgan laughed. "They talk, all right, though they don't know. Or even a beer. He declined, saying he wanted to finish my street, and finish work for the day - but, if my offer was still open in about 30 minutes, yes, he would share a beer. I agreed as he continued sweeping, and my cock continued growing. Why?I had always fantasised about being with a man, and had read lots of beautiful gay love stories, but other than some small-pricked transexuals (nice as they were) had never 'done' anything much, yet here was I excited about a man I hardly could even. I asked him if he and his wife had been more than ‘active’. He asked what I meant, and I asked if it meant that they made love more than three times a week. He said they made love every night and sometimes many times each night. I was impressed and I think he was telling the truth. This talk was arousing me and the beer was helping. He refilled my glass and we continued talking. I mentioned that masturbation was a good cure for most situations. He looked at me and asked if I ever did. Sure I. . much larger breasts, which is exactly what I didn't need at that particular moment!"I'm not nervous, Frances, but I am about to orgasm and ruin my panties, if you keep this up!" I gently informed her, while panting like a bitch in heat!Frances giggled and replied, "If this wasn't so important a meeting, I would grab a couple of your wives and make damn certain of it, sweetheart!" as she released me. "You will be just fine tonight. The Ambassador is the one who should be worried. I don't envy.