Alison nodded agreement.?Yes, that would be very appropriate.? She chuckled. ?He really is a little sissy. I have to gag him before putting in his t...unk because he screams like a sissy when I pick him up by his wrists and ankles.? Susan explained that you never want to carve anything more than three eighths of an inch deep. Carving deeper than that risks cutting blood vessels. She uses an etching tool that won’t cut deeper than that, but many people just use a knife and run into problems. Again."I lay back and held my arms out for Mark to come to me. He leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss. With our lips touching, I whispered, "Every chance we get." Then I parted his lips with my tongue.Mark moved the rest of the way onto the bed, drawing his body next to mine as we kissed. When his lips left mine, I opened my eyes, and whispered, "Let's go to sleep." OK," Mark quietly agreed. "First, I just want to..." he said, then leaned over to kiss and gently lick my neck."Oh Baby," I. My fingers move to tickling his balls and tugging on his scrotum, my mouth moves up and down like a piston, and suddenly it’s full of hot, musky sweet-salty, sticky-slippery goo. I’m used to his volume by now, even though it’s his third ejaculation of the day, he recovers quickly, and he gives me almost as much as he did this morning. This is good. I’ll have a practical use for this ability very soon.I swallow, and immediately a warm, relaxing glow permeates my entire being. I’m in love. "Shut up, jackass." she joined me in laughing. "You know what I meant."She stood and started flipping through a stack of canvasses I had leaning against a wall. As she went through them she started giving her opinions about different ones. I was kind of surprised, because she'd never shown much interest in my stuff, and she made some good observations. But I didn't say anything because I was glad to see her distracted from dickhead. We chatted for several hours about artwork, music, films, her.