I rubbed the precum around the tip of his cock and began to stroke it a little. I was mesmerized at how it felt. So hot to the touch, both rigid and s...ongy at the same time. "Squeeze it" she said and I did. A big drop of precum oozed from his slit and he moaned in pleasure. "Wipe it off with your finger and put it in your mouth" and I did it without even thinking. I loved the taste of it and I closed my eyes as I savored it on my tongue "God your such a fag. You don't deserve a masculine name. Duchose was able to work as he had when he wantedto, and he did not let himself be too worried aboutwhether or not that work had any real purpose. Still, it was not too long before Mr. Duchose became abit restless. He also felt a familiar longing come overhim, one which had surfaced regularly throughout hislife, and one which, even though Beals knew him quiteintimately, he was embarrassed to share with him. Butbefore long, the urge became too great to resist, andBeals had to be. Something came between them. Something grew out the thick fur between his legs. Something long and thick and smooth, gradually yet steadily expanded out until it hung in mid-air before Yolanda's face. Hung their demanding recognition, demanding attention, demanding that she ... what should she do?She could see that the shiny, bulbous end seemed to be coated in moisture and that there was a thin slit with fine dew trickling down the head to form a pearlescent droplet on the underside of her. ‘Are you alright young lady?’ the gentleman wearingblue shorts asked. ‘It looks like you are going to fallover,’ said the other in orange. ‘I’m fine, just tired and a little thirsty. Forgot mywater bottle upstairs,’ she said.‘Aw, that’s no problem, here he always bring extras’said the man wearing the blue shorts. Erin wasn’t sure about this; she hated taking thingsfrom people she didn’t know. It probably went back towhen.