I am like a crazed woman and just cannot get enough of this luscious man. ‘Let me show you something’ he says. We sit on the bed facing each other...so close that he can touch my breast. ‘I want you to watch me masturbate and if you are comfortable, then you can join right in. It can be very erotic and if we do this now, it will allow us many more hours of pleasure for the rest of the night’. Slowly he takes his penis in his hand. The expression on his face while I watch him stroke is amazing.. .zoor zoor sa……….uska sans lyna phir mushkil ho gaya or jab lyti bhi tu meri gand ki boo (smell) lyti……..or usny dobara ulti (vomit, puke) kar di…….meiny usko baloon sa pakr kar zabardasti sara chatwaya or apni gand ka undar tak zaban sa usko chatwaya…….wo ab bilkul aik kutiya lag rahi thi……….jaisy kutiya apni gand saaf karti hai…. farq sirf itna tha ka is kutiya na meri gand saaf ki thi.Tughy sharm nahi ati aik rakhel ki tara lun chosti hai, apni hi vomit mein khelti hai or tu or gand ko bhi. " I have," Frelic replied, letting Hansen in on a little personal secret."You, Master?" The Furling shook his head in total disbelief, "No mortal can safely take that kind of punishment." I did indeed, back when I was a mere thirteen years of age," he insisted, "Though I will admit that at the time, I was in spirit form in the Beastlands, and I'm not sure how many swats it actually was; it could have been much more than one thousand or a little less." Oh, that does make a difference." A big. You're now one of my morning coffee buddies." Thanks, Glenda. Steve told me that's how you two met."Up in the salon, I went to the helm where Steve was. When he saw me approach he pointed at the short range radar and said, "We've only been averaging about eleven to twelve knots, but the Irish Bell has not caught up with us. I've set up a tracking history on them and they're only moving at maybe twelve to thirteen knots. Something has to be wrong for them to travel that slowly. What do you.