He felt a light hand on his throbbing prick. A touch that became a grip.A grip that became a grasp.It pulled him back and made him gasp with sudden de...ire. He reached out into the dark but found no Pelopia there for his touch. The hand grasped him and pulled again before contact was lost and Atreus, son of Hippodamia, was alone in the shadows that filled the dusk of his life.He could not turn back. Shame forbade it!The King stepped forward into the unknown with his cock pointing the way to the. I can remember soon after my tenth birthday that I started to enjoy playing with my penis. I would relish the opportunity to wave it around and I enjoyed the feeling I got from giving it a rub and squeeze and having people look at it. I wanted to show my mum whenever I got hard. It was amazing to me that it could grow and stiffen and the feeling was so good when it would throb and harden. Mum was apparently relaxed about it, brushing me off and ignoring me, except when it was bath time. If my. She was being too fast and too rough. I figured she wasn’t too good at it. She wasn’t also able to take it all in.My girlfriend was better, to be honest. But that was also because we practiced a lot. Nevertheless, I was still excited and started pressing her boobs as she blew me. After a few minutes, I was about to cum and indicated the same. She started blowing me even faster and cupped my balls (that was new!).I was almost on the brink of cumming. She pointed my dick to her big boobs and gave. She had soon after introduced herself as Kim. I had taken in the fact that she was dressed somewhat demurely, not at all in the typical way one might expect for a girl working the red light district. She wore a lightweight pullover sweater. And though it was semi low cut in front, showing off an ample amount of cleavage, along with a short skirt that wasn't obscenely too short even for Amsterdam, she looked like any other normal working class person you might run into there on the streets. The.