I leaned over facing the other person as I bent to pick up some tokens and forgot that the coins were lying in a pool of semen. I stuck my fingers in ...he cold sticky cum and heard the guy looking through the whole say that he knew they had said I looked young but he could not believe how cute I was. I pulled my fingers back up and cursed the cum. He then asked me if I was a little sticky and that he would suck my fingers clean. I had never been touched by another man and was little hesitant,. I waded through the crowd until I reached the zebra crossing. It was a wonder there weren’t more accidents with the number of people who crossed with their eyes firmly on their screens. The light turned red and, like a model citizen, I slouched my way to the other side. There was a small food truck violating the parking laws on the other side of the road. A typically busy kid had an improvised burrito in his hand, the sauces leaking down his fingers. He stopped to lick the trail all the way. They concocted the plot and you just played along ... wittingly or unwittingly.”“I missed you last night,” Liz said softly.“I missed you, too,” I admitted.“I mean, not the sex,” she added. “I missed the closeness. I missed my partner.”“I knew what you meant,” I said.“You missed getting laid by a superstar,” Liz joked.“I jerked off,” I said. “I’m a superstar in my own mind.”Liz’s laughter was full and rich.“Let’s talk about how we want to approach Geoff and then give him a call,” Liz said.We. I lick its head like an ice-cream cone. And his cock keeps getting fatter and longer. But what am I doing wrong?”“One more question: What happens when he finally does cum? What do you do then?”“I squeeze his balls hard in rhythm with his pulsations. He just cums and cums ... There must be quarts of his luscious juice. And he usually cries. But then,” she added sorrowfully, “it’s all over. I mean ... And he’s not even empty. I don’t think I’ve gotten more than 75 percent of his cum out ... Ever!.