For My man. And I turn my face away from his so that I can kisshis chest. I can feel the heavy muscle of his pectorals under my lipsand hands. So s...rong, so virile. I can feel his cock, hard against mybottom and I turn to straddle him. I love the thought that he isexcited because of me!I lift my head and look around the beach. We are alone - its early andno one is really moving about. Smiling, I return my head to his chest,to kissing him, to playing with his chest hair, and to play across. "Ha!" Was the second thought as I took my just-ordered glass of cognac, got ff my chair, making a B-line for the piano stage. "Tactically positioned on high ground to be more easily seen? If so - How cute!"As I was making my way towards you I noticed a semi-bulky, suited figure, apparently attempting to steal your attention away from either the chords that were flowing out of the piano or the terrible martini (infamy of the bar, one could say) flowing into your system. The combination of both. It was in the same strip mall as the big box store we were going to. The tellers in the bank were surprised to see me in a wheel chair with my leg sticking out. It drew quite a few comments and quite a bit of sympathy. The leg still looked bad. I wrote a check and got cash for the store and other things. Then it was on to the all in one store.First, I dropped off the prescription for my pain pills at the pharmacy and then we went to get groceries, and finally we went looking for some new shirts. You continue this for the next three before my ass starts to ache. "it hurts" i moan you squeeze more lube over my ass and push in number six. after all ten are fully in my ass with the string hanging out do you allow my cheeks to relax, as much as the balls let them. i kneel up as you say "time to pull them out again". i brace myself as the first one leaves my ass. i dont feel much of a change, same with the second. after about five have been removed my ass starts to relax. it starts to look.