.that's it ,baby...oh fuck...yeah...oh, oh, god..." (shit, when does it happen?) his voice let me know it was close, but it seemed like forever and I ...ust wanted it to be over."Damn that bitch can suck." It was from the back again and I could imagine them all peering over the seat watching me eat his dick.There are certain memories that you have from every experience in life. How when you hear a certain song it can conjure up certain smells and events from the past. There was a song playing on. "She laughed. "I know, you're a poor student." No, no. I'm an excellent student, just not a wealthy one." More bad jokes. Oh, by the way, do you like motion pictures?" Yes, why?" I'll tell you tomorrow. Call me around 1600?" It's a deal. And thanks for the news."I was still pleased when I got to the Museum. I had the books for Winnie with me. In seven hours I'd see her. I finished the Guyanese ants and began on the Brazilian ones. The introductory card was, I thought, funny. It pointed out that. I thought about my mouth on him and his on me. I realized I loved pleasing him, I loved the taste of his cum and the sounds of his moans. I couldn’t wait to see him again and I wondered what I could do to please him. I wondered if he wanted to fuck me. When no one else was home, I began inserting my fingers into my asshole. I began to open myself up, in anticipation of him. It felt wonderfully erotic. I imagined it was my older lover taking me and pre cum would leak from my cocks tip. I. Bertuccio's forehead was covered with perspiration; however, he obeyed, and, leaning out of the window, he cried to the coachman, --"Rue de la Fontaine, No. 28." No. 28 was situated at the extremity of the village; during the drive night had set in, and darkness gave the surroundings the artificial appearance of a scene on the stage. The carriage stopped, the footman sprang off the box, and opened the door. "Well," said the count, "you do not get out, M. Bertuccio--you are going to stay in the.