***The next few days my life rolled along in a fairly routine fashion; going to class, studying, drinking beers, watching TV. Friday evening this all ...hanged with a knock on my apartment door. I got off my couch to and swung it open to find two young ladies that I vaguely recognized. I assumed they were a couple of the fraternity's little sisters. It appears that weren't very sure as to who I was either. "Lance?" one of them asked tentatively. "Speaking." I responded. "I'm Kim," the taller fair. He reached out to stroke her belly light feathery touches seemed to burn his fingertips. He leaned in to kiss her on the lips like Prince Charming would do in those cartoons. He smiled against her mouth when he thought of the things he was going to do that Disney would never show. His kisses travelled down her neck and onto the valley between her breasts. He took a breast and kneaded it rolling her nipple with his palm before taking the other nipple between his lips and sucking on the rubbery. With this blow job, my thoughts were like distracting her to another action. Three years have passed and deviations in sex have begun and I have, now I began to like bites and to the pain I'm used to, Gracie it felt and everything became much tougher. Now on sensations my cock gets in a meat grinder, and balls press mites. I even made attempts to return to traditional sex, but I do not feel any more, there are no sensations. Recently, Gracie told me a story from her youth. She had a. Hawk and I loved our coffee!We climbed into the bus, and I hit the switch to start the generator. Hawk took a look around. He didn't say anything, but I could tell that he was liking what he saw. I liked this bus, too. I missed the Beast, but it didn't have a kitchen in it. Of the two rigs, I had no favorite. The Beast could go a lot of places that this monstrosity couldn't, but I could take a shower before going to bed in this thing, and I couldn't do that in the Beast. If you took the seats.