Xera's moans were so wonderful. She was a woman receiving pleasure. But she had a cock. A cock I wanted to sample.I was so confused. I need to be pure... I swore myself to Saphique. No cock would touch me. And a hermaphrodite's cock was still a cock, even if she did have big tits. I rubbed my thighs together as I walked, caressing my clit. I silently orgasmed, stifling my moans. It was the third time since lunch, and I was still left frustrated.My eyes glanced at the elf's dick. It was hardening. I lay down with visions of that kiss at the Black Angus last night. It’s funny how your thought process can evolve over time. I remember when I was listening to Michelle and Alec kissing after making love that night in Kodiak how jealous I was. Even more so than watching her making love with him. Then watching her and Mike kissing turned me on. That kiss last night was in a completely different ballpark! I think Michelle was giving me a message how much she cared for him during that kiss,. I really wonder what happened to that mystery of the union (i. e. mutual involvement) between man and woman. There are a lot of sad cases (and, partially, I'm one of them), people looking for that special "je ne sais quoi" they feel it's gone, most of them not even knowing what they're missing, only a few of them (me included) actually knowing that.Anyway, my favourite pastime is imagining what kind of a nurse I'll have - and I'm telling you that no woman is ugly who is sane (or at least. Surprisingly she was quite happy for me to 'get out a bit.' She was getting worried that I didn't seemed to have any social life.After work, Leila climbed on the back of my Yamaha 250 motorcycle.Now, as I said before, Leila was a big girl in the chest department and the Yamaha didn't have a big seat. Therefore I was blessed with having her large beauties snuggled cosily against my back. Her arms wrapped themselves around me tightly. If nothing else happened, the ride was worth it.Leila was not.