‘No worries, love. I’m not going anywhere.’ He rested his hand on my belly and softly stroked the soft pudge. No urgency, just comfort. It start...d to rain again. Loud enough for us to hear it thrum on the roof. ‘I was talking to my mom the other day. She reminded me of when we had this really crazy December storm when I was around nine.’ He talked softly, reminiscing on that long ago winter. He told other stories about growing up. About his family, his terrible cousin Danny that had thrown a. I lowered my hand and grabbed his balls in my hand and started massaging them. He must have loved it because his cock became harder and twitched in my hands and to stop himself from groaning out loud, he bit me on my shoulder. Hummm, this was getting nice and serious; suddenly I realized we were not so alone anymore, people had started coming to the park for their walks, time to take this indoors now. Gave him one nice last squeeze and pushed him away. I told him that now that people are there. I would have been better off with a keyboard with two complete sets of keys, one set unshifted and the other set shifted. That way my NP-fingertip could have flown all over the place very quickly, and I wouldn't have had to bother learning to synchronize with the "Shift" key. That'd be a very impractical setup for an ordinary typist, so I doubted such keyboards existed. [[Had I know a little more about writing software, I could have easily got it going using the two keyboards that I already had. She stared with dawning astonishment at this remarkable association of beauty and pain.Swish! Thwatt! Ooohoo Ow Oh! Ms.Martin almost jumped out her skin in sympathetic shock as the Headmaster, in a very well-practiced movement, suddenly released the first stroke and the unfortunate young lady bucked her bottom and howled in protest. Ms. Martin'shock, however, turned into fascination again, as she watched a momentary thin white line across the bare bottom turn red, then crimson and begin to.