She’d had Truda try to find him but this time it seemed Alan had shut up all avenues into his psyche. “I’m sorry Angelika there’s no way in, h...’s closed like a steel trap.” Truda was telling Angelika.“Damn it, I told him not to overextend so far! I ought to kick his ass when he is better.” Angelika was saying as she continued to pace.Madde was smiling huge, Angelika was acting more like a pissed off lover than a mother she thought. She was after all a mother herself and she could never remember. “But if it’s like you say, a sort of job interview, then it has to be a job you want or you wouldn’t be interviewing. So why does anybody want that kind of job?”“Being a leader? Doesn’t everybody want to lead, be at the front of the line?”“I sure don’t,” she told him flatly.“Oh?” He looked at her with raised eyebrows. “You’re doing all this with Minacou and Kitik for the sheer joy of doing it? No plans to publish, make a name for yourself, get to the top of your field?”“That’s different!” He. All the other men and lads had taken one look at Jim's nine inch cock and the entourage of his devoted female fans and these guys looked the other way and wandered off. Competition is one thing, but every man was in total rout when Jim was around. Everyone except me, that is.Not that it wasn't humiliating to think of comparing Jim's massive and potent penis to my puny, pathetic pee-pee ( I dared not think of it as a cock. ) I was not well hung. Rather, my puny penis was playing peek-a-boo. ’ My eyes are closed. I open them and Lindsay is not but an inch from me, her nose at my nose. Her eyes search mine. She’s holding my dick in her hand, tugging on it. She takes it in both her hands. Holding the shaft with one, she licks the inside of her other hand, then circles my head with her saliva soaked palm. Your dick is where it’s always been,’ she whispers in my ear with heavy breath, ‘right in the palm of my hands’. Her hands are deftly working. My head goes back, my breath ragged.