He has to, or he wouldn’t have achieved the position he’s at. His priorities are clear and absolute, he’s the kind of man who has no problem fol...owing them. On the contrary, nothing gives him as much satisfaction as reaching his goals, fulfilling his life-long dream.Except, however, the curse – in his opinion – that follows all men. A distraction-inducing, bothersome, ever-present attraction to women. In that, he’s as normal as they come. Images of pretty, young girls are what he jerks off to. Its for both of you to decide. I mean whats in it for me to do?' she said matter of factly taking her eyes away from me and staring at her bare feet.'By the way, there is another thing. Wanted to mention that earlier but the timing was not opportune. I was in France for a while and one of my friends there was in the business of well, pussy piercing. Zoya's body is ideal for pussy piercing. Hang on, don't react. Just the hood is pierced. Its not painful. And the advantage is that you can wear a. I had some second thoughts about running. Emily stretched and every inch of her body was taut. I wanted to fall on those little nipples and suck, bury my face between her legs and open the gates with my tongue, stroke and pet every inch of her body. I wanted to fuck my sister.I grabbed my shorts and sat at my desk chair to pull on socks.“Okay, okay. I can go back to bed when you go to school.”She was up and waiting for me Saturday morning. I’d been out with Rachel Friday night and Em didn’t try. Fighting to keep from gagging, she let the cock rest for a moment as her tongue wiggled under it, then raised her head a couple of inches. Another deep breath, then she pushed down on it again, taking the cockhead a little deeper into her throat. She continued bobbing her head up and down, taking a little more in with each stroke. As it went deeper and deeper into her throat, she was able to get in more easily as her throat muscles relaxed around the titanic cock. But each stroke also deprived.