I’d like to open with a few things to keep in mind while reading through this and I’d appreciate and love all feedback and constructive criticisms...so without further ado, let’s get some of the more general opening remarks out of the way as well as give a sort of mission statement/roadmap.This project, ambitious as it may seem now, is intended to be a rather long-term affair like slow burns such as A Special Hell, as opposed to the more instant gratification of my personal favorite story on this. His cock was only around 3 inches or so, possibly because the man was so chubby. While I didn't mind the size, and wanted a smaller cock, it was too short to ever top me which was disappointing. I opened my mouth and touched the tip with my tongue. It started to grow stiff and I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking on it. I rubbed the underside of his cock with my tongue as it became hard, and gently rocked back and forth with my head while squeezing the base of his cock with my lips. It. She had dated him for almost a year, and the two of them had experienced a complete panacea of pleasure together. Eventually, though, he had become serious and possessive, constantly talking about getting married and settling down. She was not ready for that, and knew that a marriage would end in disaster. He would not listen, though, and finally broke off their relationship. She closed her eyes and remembered one of their last times together as the towel slipped away and she continued rubbing. I had found an ideal spot a couple of days earlier earlier soon after we arrived at the little village hotel. It was about a 30 minute walk from the village up the winding path that led up the mountain. The local forest was at a low enough altitude to contain a mixture of broad leaved trees as well as the usual tall pines. My chosen spot was off the beaten path about another ten minute walk up the hillside. There must have been a storm a few years earlier because several of the broad leaved.