The tip of my tongue moved over the head of his cock as I pulled his foreskin back. This made him moan a little louder. I wrapped my lips and around h...s cock and let it slip into my mouth as my tongue kept running over the head of his hard penis. With a slow pace I started moving my head up and down as my hand followed the rhythm. Slowly but steady my lips and tongue were making his cock more and more wet. Harald loved it when I took his cock as deep as I could, but I wasn't really good at. Then immediately, he’s all energetic and excited, like a kid. “Italy it is, then. I’ve been there a couple of times, and I know this great vineyard. Here, take my hand. You’re gonna love this.” And we’re sitting on a blanket in the middle of a vineyard, with a picnic basket full of breads, cheeses and meats. There’s also a decanter of my favorite Italian red. His too, I find out. “So what’s going on? Are you just a coping mechanism showing up in my dreams to compensate for something I’m lacking. Mom: Your marriage will be there after 15 days and you are fucking your mom.Me: Mom, how could I marry a girl if I can’t satisfy my mom?Mom: You know what. Today is the best day. I never experienced this much pleasure in my entire life. You can satisfy any woman.Me: Thank you, mom.Mom: Love you, son.Then we both slept like that overlapping our nude bodies. But we didn’t know that time that some eyes were watching all the lustful actions we both did.Days passed, and the marriage day came. The. He wore a button-down shirt with a pair of slacks. Without any difficulty, he walked down the sloped roof toward them. “May I?”“Yes, Mike Radley.” Death handed over the paper and waited while Mike scrutinized it.“You did a very good job,” Mike told him. “Did the thicker crayons help?”“They did indeed, Mike Radley. However...” Death held up his fingers to reveal blue smudges of wax all across them. “There seems to be a tradeoff for their convenience.”“I would assume fine motor control can be.