Increasing several fold in length and girth, the Beast becomes a powerful piston of pleasure, a lascivious ligature of lust and love. A much worshipp...d idol of myth and legend, a demigod of extinct primitive civilisations, the Beast is an ancient symbol of fertility, strength and vigour. A giver of life, a bringer of joy, a source of pride or an object of derision, it can be an evil predator, a doer of wrong, or an instrument of joy and loving union. A creature of moods,the Beast can be warm,. ”I rode with Yvette to the Lexus dealer where she was greeted warmly by the agent. She introduced me to him, “This is Roger.” As he shook my hand he offered, “Your wife is looking at an excellent model but she told me you might not agree.”I thought it humorous that he assumed I was Yvette’s husband, but let it pass uncorrected, “I prefer the European side of the world. I think a BMW would look very nice parked next to my truck.”He responded, “It probably would, but Yvette will be driving it. "Jerk!" I yelled. He had known I was in there and had entered anyway. The bastard just wanted to see me naked. And that put me in a grumpy mood. And then of course then my mind had to wander back to thoughts of my ex's. The ex-best friend and the ex-boyfriend. Them fucking! And that just made it worst.After lunch my bad mood broke as I ended up out back by the pool, lounging on a lawn chair and soaking up the sun. I was finally feeling better, laying there in my favorite white and very tiny. He told me after just a minute or two that he was about to cum and I said that was good and worked him a little harder and then I felt his cock start jerking and squirting and I knew he was making a big mess in his lap. I told him to stuff his dick back into his pants and to scoot back from the table a little so he did. The waitress came over and I asked her for some napkins because my husband had made a mess in his lap and she looked over and could see his cum all over his shorts and she.