Meanwhile, I wrapped my fingers around his little rod and instinctively began to milk it. I marveled at how soft the skin was and how smoothly it slid...over the incredible hardness just beneath -- a hardness that I later learned only a young boy could produce.Then his fingers suddenly dove lower, scraping deliciously along my throbbing clitoris and quickly finding my wet entrance. His hand momentarily jerked back in surprise, then eagerly went back for more. Soon, his middle finger was making. "---A CLONE of the both of you,doesnt exist.Not gonna happen.We have yet to meet a couple in 20 years, thats as compatible as we would love to have as far as our own fanstasies go,much less LOOKED like us.Most times in life,the Fantasy is far,far better than it reality.When you see a PORN MOVIE,it is NOT "reality..."Porn movies take great lengths to "size" women and people up for whatever reason they need for the scene.It looks wierd to see a 5 ft tall woman, with a woman who's 5 foot 9.It. " Nimrod gently adjusts his arm around my waist.We slowly make our way to the bedroom. I have to chuckle now I have Nimrod where I want him but I am too dammed tired to do anything about it, but Rest, relaxation, recuperate.A nap with, yes, Nimrod attending me and suddenly I feel a whole lot better. As I lay down and stare at the ceiling, I am able to do some thinking about Napoleon's plan. He did have a basically good idea. but I could foresee many things going wrong.First the Protectors were. Kelly wanted to spare my feelings and I was pleased to see her push his hand away. I walked into the airport cursing the circumstances that had forced my early departure. I was depressed as my plane took off, and my depression seemed to deepen with every mile that separated my beautiful Kelly from me. I knew that I was really going to miss her during the next three days, days that to me would seem never ending. Kelly, on the other hand, would probably spend the whole time shagging and wonder.