So, a night off. I watched some TV. I played some game on my Commodore 64, not sure what it was now. I even went downstairs and got myself a beer. I t...rned the TV on in my room and fell asleep. I woke at about 8, after two hours sleep. Showered and changed into a T-Shirt and shorts, went downstairs, grabbed another beer and went onto the patio, lounging on the comfy garden furniture, listening to the night and some music on the stereo.At about 10pm, however, my quiet and relaxation was broken. His cock was rock hard and I wanted to play. I took to my knees and stared at Johns monster for a moment, then wrapped my hand around it. My hand looked so small wrapped around him and I felt intimidated; I choked the last time I blew him and I wanted this time to be better. I licked the head and made a trail down his length to his balls. He moaned aloud while I repeated that action several times. I took a deep breath and relaxed as I covered his head with my mouth. I slid down the his length. She was quite fond of the extra height advantage they gave her, especially since she always seized any advantage she could get. It didn't take me too long to find an outfit. It consisted of a black long-sleeved shirt, white pants, and knee high black leather boots with stiletto heels. I'd seen my mother wearing the very outfit before, and knew that it was quite sexy, though not really any more so than what I had been wearing the day before. As soon as I had finished dressing, I ran a brush. ReceptionShocking in its graphic sexual content and riveting in its portrayal of passion run amok, Nagisa Oshima's brilliant, notorious Ai no Korrida is a cinematic landmark. No film up to that time had seriously explored the potent gray area between art and pornography; in so doing, Oshima exposed and overturned many of the conventions of both. Like vintage Luis Buñuel, Oshima skewers expectations of "proper" art by shocking the audience; instead of Buñuel's slashed eyeballs and cross-dressing.