I moaned as she squeezed slightly, causing the clear pre-moisture to form on the tip of my erection. She saw it and ran her fingertip over it, using i... as line to tickle my now sensitive head. The feeling was more than I could take. I took a deep sigh, felt my cock stiffen even more, my balls tightened and almost disappeared into a hidden hiding place, and I curled my toes as the spasm entered the base of my shaft."Mmm, I do believe someone is going to cum! Cum for me baby! Let me know I made. One of the ... anomalies of Irish life – remember what I said about the paradox of old and new alongside each other? For a modern country, there are deeply embedded prejudices against contraception and abortion (it's a Catholic country) not to mention sex (and babies) outside marriage. This is where I bite my tongue to resist a tirade against organised religion and the triumph of ideology over love. The short of the story was that she was pregnant; the man, a travelling salesman, what else? had. We couldn't be seen from the road. Above us, towering like Steel Godzilla in the darkness was a power transmission structure. The air hummed with elevated high voltage and even with the windows closed, I could hear an occasional crackle. It was unnerving, but comfortable."I like your cock," I told him sheepishly."I'm glad you like my cock," he replied, laughing at me. Currently I was stroking him up and down, savoring his return to life. His sperm was safely tucked away in my tummy and I hoped. A man alone in his castle with internet. With the short days before Christmas, it is dark quite early so my light is on above the dinner table where I work, at the rear of the house. Hardly to see from the front, where the street runs by and pedestrians pass from my neighbourhood doing groceries, getting their k**s from school or day care. My rear garden is quite enclosed so just some birds feed on the lawn with the old bread I throw out every now and then. This week I was working again and.