Life would have gone on as normal if not for the strange vision that past before him. Charles was walking through the village of Ampstwell, a quiet...little Leicestershire hamlet, when the car drove past. Through the open window he saw the woman. She had those cat-like eyes which spoke of mystery and passion, with high cheek bones and the sharp features of beauty and refinement. Here was a woman born to the highest order in life, and someone used to handling money and power. Standing there. She finally said, please don't tell anyone what happened. I said which part? You having a pretty big black dildo? That you said that this is your fuck fantasy your fetish? That you admitted it that you didn't stop fucking yourself even I sent you pictures that are unmistakably you? That you didn't stop fucking yourself even though you saw me with my rock hard cock out jerking off to you fucking yourself? As I told her this she would bite her lip and I noticed she was getting wet again and. Is it all because of the caffeine?’ You spoke while biting my ear. ‘No babe, it’s all because I was thinking about you.’ I moaned as you play with my slit. Your fingers started moving up and down, and in circles. You removed your hands from my mound and you smelled it. I can smell the sex from your finger tips. I quickly grabbed hold of your hands and suck your fingers. Your eyes widened from my actions, and I know it pleases you. ‘Can we go somewhere else?’ I stood up before you can even. ’ Thus, it might be the suspicion you’re having is caused from a conflict of reasoning: What’s the point in me fussing over something so simple? Why have I made such a to-do craving undue attention be given to my penis? What other purpose or function will it serve? Fundamentally, you conclude: It’s merely human nature to want gratification and pleasure. When you interpret it that way, it makes for a better argument. After all, guys want sex! That much you know, and that certainly makes plenty.