Lines cut in a V directing my gaze down to his flaccid cock. A firm grip of tangled pubic hairs do nothing to conceal him. Long and thick and limp. �...� Should I dress?” he asks. Dear god, no. He laughs and I see them. Fangs. What are you? He approaches the bed. His sandy blonde hair pushed to the side. His eyes dark and sunken yet gleaming with the flickering flames of the candles on tall stands pushed back into the corners of the room. “ I am yours, of course. As you are mine.” His words. I moved closer and held her around the waist, craned my neck up to meet her lips and we had another earth shattering kiss. Holy cow! More nude skin on skin. This was as good as leaning against Sue’s tits and hugging Mia in the shower. My legs got weak. I didn’t want to let go but we had PE and had to break it off.“Thanks, Jay. I like kissing you.”“It’s my first time, you know. I don’t know anything about kissing like that.”“I can teach you.”“You would?”“I’d love to.”“I love it too. Emily,. My hand was now touching the wobbly fleshy bit of the top of her leg and I could feel her moving her leg back against mine again. Then my mother slipped her hand in to my pyjamas and encircled my cock with her fingers slowly sliding back and forth“I bet you have all the girls doing this for you”“Maaam”“What, I’m just asking”“No never”“You must still be having naughty dreams then?”“Sometimes”“Wet naughty dreams“Maaam”“I can help you if you do; you just have to do this”My mother began stroking my. So, all right, I’m caught. And I know you want to tell the story. How, then?”“If you recall, the Generalissimo introduced me to his friend, Detective Inspector Allaine, during all that stuff with Whyte. On a hunch, given that it’s you, I asked him to see if Interpol could find reports of an inordinate number of pimps, abusers. that kind of people; having bizarre, self-inflicted accidents. He said there’d been a noticeable spike in Paris of men reporting to emergency rooms to get weapons and.