I went to his ears and whispered, “some liked the session so much that they are already leaking” and before he realized what was coming, I hit him...again on his balls to which he shouted really loud this time.Now I lied my back on his chest such that my ass rubs over his cock and we started to kiss, sucking his tongue, licking his lips and while this was happening I was rubbing my ass all over his cock, teasing him. I whispered in his ears to thank his princess and he did so. I kissed him on his. It was our own little private ritual, he had his mug that read ?Old Fart? on the side and mine, read ?His? just a simple but yet subtle reminder that I belonged to him and him only. I gratefully took the mug from him and sipped. A small appreciative moan rang forth from the gesture as much as the wonderful taste. I sat the mug down and felt myself begin to blush. ?What is it little one?? ?I know that after getting up so many times during the night that this is the last thing you probably want. I also think what you said describes what I think sometimes. I have been living with my boyfriend for the last year. We both graduated last spring. We still love each other very much and I would never consider leaving him, but somehow it seems the romance of our relationship has dulled a little. It just feels like work overwhelms us and leaves so little time for other things. Like you, I sometimes feel trapped in my life and wish - well, not really wish - but maybe just long for, an escape,. Since I had so many squares already made I just dropped one in each new square and put it on the forge. Once it melted I moved it off and once the squares cooled I quenched the whole thing. Then a solid hit while it was upside down and the new squares dropped right out. I had the boys cleaning, polishing and stacking the squares all day as I made more. When I ran out of the old squares I melted more gold and poured each square. The line on the side of the mold made it easy to see how much to.