He then penatrated my hole and began to tounge fuck me. I wasn't touching my dick, but the pre-cum was already flowing. He rammed his tounge harder an... harder into my asshole. I thought I might cum right there, but before I could he pulled out. He then began to lick my balls. They were so full of cum and ready to explode their sweet necture. He ran his tounge up the shaft of my cock. As he put the head of my dick into his mouth I heard him moan as he got another taste of my young cum. He made. “How about this” I said “whatever you say, whatever you ask, no matter what, I will take your desire, your fantasy, whatever turns you on seriously, and I will do everything I can to make it happen. You have my word on that.” And I looked her straight in the eye, eager that she should understand how much this meant to me, that she know that I was as serious about fulfilling her fantasies as she was about meeting mine. “Well, there is something” she said and as she thought about telling me she. Now with her moans slowing down tears were starting to roll. I hugged her tightly and she also did the same.We remained in same position for quite some time, maybe 10 minutes or so until she fell asleep again. I slowly got moved to the bathroom, lit a cigarette and started shagging. I also came and relaxed. I went back to the room and found her sleeping in the same position as I left her in. She was really in some great good sleep. I looked in the watch, it was around 4am and the temperature. Kathy Hanna, Mitch's last girlfriend, had labeled him a 'weirdo' and left him after he suggested they have sex on a catafalque in the cemetery when the moon was full. She enjoyed partying with her boyfriend, but this was the last straw. That was five months ago and Mitch's twenty-two year old hormones were raging. It was as if the sculpture called to him from the old cemetery as he drove up in the night. He searched its gloomy confines until he found it half hidden in the fallen leaves. Being.