Mmmmm, all over it” she said before letting him continue. “Can you picture me, right now, undressing you? And can you see me and my sexy tongue li...king your body all over too, honey?” What she had said set off fireworks inside him. He was not on cloud nine. He was not in seventh heaven. He was horny before he could practically take his next breath of air. Fireworks seemed to be exploding throughout him and faster then ever. He must have swallowed at least ten times in those moments and he felt. ” “Well, if that’s what you believe, that’s your business,” Paul said. “I’m a poet, a prize winning poet, and I don’t believe in any spirit or soul. There is nothing to own.” “I know about you existentialist,” Luke said. “You think you live and you die and that’s it.” “Right, there’s no spirit, no soul, no afterlife, no God, no Devil, or arch angel named Lucifer. It’s all irrational mythology. The only thing that matters is my life and right now I’m miserable.” “Paul, I know you’re an educated. Some moment." As expected, we enter into his post-orgasmic lull. He is too sated to think about torturing me with desire. I have maybe a one hour reprieve while he rides the high I have provided. "Would you like a cognac, Sir?" "Yes, that's an excellent idea." "May I join you in drinking?" "Yes, of course." "May I pee first." "What would you do if I said no?" "Pee anyway. Probably on your side of the bed. I'm not into urination denial." "Funny. Of course you can pee. When ya gotta go, ya gotta. Her butt was in the air facing me and I began to stroke her womanhood from behind. She was so wet by now she was practically dripping. I started to finger her, one finger at first, then two. I fingered her wet pussy until her soft moans drowned out the squeaking of the gently swaying Ferris wheel car. As she begged me to take her, I inserted my covered member into her wanting love canal. I began to thrust, slowly and rhythmically at first as the car began to rock ever more. As my thrusting.