“If it hurts then I’ll stop,” I reassured her.“Okay,” she said lying down on my bed. “What am I suppose to do?”“Just lie down and try...to relax,” I instructed her.She did and I hurriedly took off all my clothes as she looked on but when I took off my boxers and she caught a look at my cock, a slight gasp escaped from her lips as she asked, “Are you going to put that thing in me?”Lying down beside her and placing my hand on her bare little breast in reassurance I answered, “Only if you want me. “I see caring and tenderness in your touch. And I see the intensity and another side of you many people don’t know about, even those with whom you are close.”“Perhaps so.” This was pretty vague, but maybe she sensed something about me that was correct, at least to her. I was certainly very attracted to her, and I am a very sexual person and I love spending hours with my lover, making her crazy with my hands and mouth and cock, both giving and receiving. “Tell me what else you see.”“I know you. My birthday, and Walters' and Roberts' are six months away in May.Finished, I rolled out a length of tissue and wrapped it around my fingers into a rough square. I wiped myself and dropped the tissue into the toilet to evacuate along with the pee. It occurred to me that Walter had just evacuated himself into the same bowl a moment before and I scowled, imagining his pee soiling the rim of the bowl right below me. Sure enough, the rim was wet, beaded with droplets of urine. Grumbling, I wiped. As Raven slid more of her hand intohim, he naturally went forward with the pressure. She couldn't have that. Ravengrabs the ball stretcher with her free hand and pulls it towards her. His abusedballs scream in pain. He whimpers and begins pushing firmly on Raven's hand.Raven feels a twinge of her own as she hears his whimpers and a light growlescapes her own lips. Raven keeps more pressure then she needs to on his balls,just because she can. His sounds are so delicious. When Raven gets in far.