When he felt comfortable he started to go slowly back and forth, resting his hands on Scooby’s chest. Soon he raised the pace. Scooby grabbed his sh...ulders and pushed his dick all the way in. The look on Bigtime’s face was one of complete ecstasy. “You love the dick, huh”, Scooby smiled. “just say it, Short Stuff.” “…I…I…FUCKING…LOVE…THE…DICK…” Bigtime stammered. “Good, ‘cause I can go on like this forever”, Scooby said. After a good while Scooby suggested to change position. He wanted to. And found a quiet little Italian restaraunt. Rob was such a gentleman; he opened doors, pulled my chair out and even ordered for the two of us. We talked over dinner and got to know each other better. He told me about his career in law enforcement and I told him about my dancing. The more we talked, the more I liked him. We finished dinner and went to pier 8; it was a local hang out spot. Rob and I watched ships as they docked and left the bay. I turned to him to say something, when he touched. Hers sometimes said, "Come and eat me, my cunt is yours."Mine always said, "I love you."Getting out of the bath, I wander into the lounge, still naked, and pour myself a drink. I think about the nights that we'd stay in just to get drunk and enjoy each other. The games we'd play, the delicious little perversions we shared only with each other!The bar stools are covered by the skin of a whale's foreskin, the largest mammal in the world. I sit on one and feel the pleasure I get from knowing this.. I want to know and there is only one way. Taking a deep breath as this is a long shot in the dark. I begin to type: ‘My fine female friend from the north, what a delight it truly is to read your words. I take pleasure in the thought of what you say. I am not sure how to propose this question. As much as I wish to write such a story, I need to ask, do you think it might be possible to effectively meet? I understand there are some things that may hinder any relationship between us. Still since I.