”“CAN, pussy? Only CAN cum on you?”“I want them to. I want them to cum on me.”“Beg for it.”“Please. Oh please let me suck you. Let me ...urn you on and get you off with my lips and tongue. Please, yes, stroke your dicks and shower me with your warm cum. It will make me so hot to have you jack off on me. I’ll cum and cum, if I can only suck your long, beautiful cocks. I’ll worship them with my mouth.” There. I had made my confession. My inner cum slut had spoken. I could feel the beat of male. Erik would never forget the first time he saw Caesar. It was love at first sight. The colt was four years old and as dictated by tradition, ready to begin the first stage of training. Caesar was a rarity in that he became completely white prior to his fourth year. Erik spent the first three months working to gain the horse's trust and teaching it discipline. The next twenty-one months, he spent exercising the horse to keep it supple and flexible. During those two wonderful years, Erik was the. I peeled my shirt off and she gave me a hand by pulling my shorts and underwear down, running her hand up my leg and up my erect shaft, playfully flicking the head with a fingertip like she was dribbling a basketball. She motioned for me to lie down on the bed. It was a pretty nice thrill, laying bare for her while she stood next to the bed in dressed in a prim white blouse and a navy set of slacks, her hair brushed out and wearing full make-up. She was looking even more impressive with the. Friday was at least dry for most of the day. Dennis and I got to Caroline’s early and by mid-day when Steve finished his deliveries and joined us had completed laying the slabs and the three of us made a concerted effort to finish off the patio, grouting between the slabs and setting the edging blocks. It started to drizzle about five o’clock and so we covered the paving with a tarpaulin to protect the moist grouting and decided to call it a day. The rolls of turf had been delivered in the.