Okay?" Yes, I think you're right. But, the little shit does need to man up and act like a real man and not such a pussywhipped little twerp. I mean re...lly," she said."Yeah, well, you've got me pussywhipped," he said smiling."Yes, but you're different, a different kind of pussywhipped because you know I need you just as much," she said."Yeah, I guess that's so," he said.The four seasons came and went as is their habit—ten sets of them. I was thirty-five years old. Doing okay on the job. Still. But she took it seriously and volunteered to become our sex partner. She has assured that she is a good sucker’. I was thrilled and excited. After drinks and dinner, three of us retired to our bedroom. I sat on usual easy chair and smoked, waiting for things to happen. I was a bit tensed. But my wife broke the ice. Without speaking, she approached Smita and kissed her on her lips. Smita also responded. Smita started moving her hands all over my wife, while kissing her. Since both the ladies. "Just get us out of here or we'll all burn!"He hesitated for just a second and then raced the engine and the car shot through the gate, and he could feel a thud as he passed by and he knew that he had probably hit one of the policemen. The lights were blazing throughout the dock yard, but the car now sped down the dark street and turned down a narrow alleyway that Price directed him to."I'm sure I hit one of them," he stammered as he spoke to Price."Well, what did you expect, they wouldn't get. My right hand strokes this beautiful shaft, I love the veins, I love... how close it is to my face.I can't, I will be beyond the point of no control.But, what if I just kiss it? It is not like I have tasted it?I lean forward, and my lips make contact. I rub it over my closed lips. Just one taste?It can't hurt, can it?My tongue slides under the head, I can feel the contours of the bottom of its mushroom head.I explore the sides, the top and back to bottom, i love the feel of its ridges where it.