His cock was imbedded in me. It was literallyimbedded. And it was against my prostate somehow. Itwas against it, massaging it, and it was swelledtight...and absolutely non-moving except for pulsingand squirting. I felt my poor aching balls and cock getting readyagain. I felt myself coming closer and closer. Thenagain, Splat! Splat! Finally I stopped cumming the2nt time and tried to relax. The dog in my throatstopped cumming and began to go down. I felt himshrink and pull himself free of my mouth.. When he reaches the exit, he turns and dips his head towards me.I nod back. He slides out the door.I feel a lot more comfortable knowing he's not in town anymore. A greatguy to have on your side when there's trouble around, but it seems thereis always trouble when he's around. I'd rather not have the trouble inthe first place. * * ** * ** * ** * * (Three Months Later)Summer was making its last stand in the middle-sized town ofBloomington,. The secret to making proper sweet tea was to add more sugar than was dissolvable into the tea while it was still hot. When it cooled down, the tea became super-saturated with sugar. That was too much sugar for his taste.“Honey, what would you like to drink?” asked Karen.Ed had noticed a number of waitresses over the past few days often called Nora honey when asking questions. If it wasn’t honey, it was darling or sugar. He hadn’t noticed women doing that until this trip and wondered if it was a. Anyways, as time went by, one day our of curious nature I searched something like “Indian sex” on the internet, and to my thrill, I was welcomed by an Indian woman in a Rajasthani attire, with a half-open blouse and her breast hanging out with a dark black areola and a nipple large enough to make a mouthful if sucked onto, and not that she was a fat one, but she was pretty at the same time just like what I saw in the euro or American porno movies.This made my pulse run, as what I witnessed was.