Itwas all still there, unorganised, things lying around. Whenever I dressedup I'd make a mess, looking through all my things and trying to cobbletoget...er an outfit.Nothing was different.My phone was on the bookcase beside my bed. My computer on the desk atthe end of my bed. Everything was the same."I'm still in a dream," I thought.I moved so that I had my back against the wall, bringing my legs up to mychest and wrapping my arms around them. I loved the feeling, my skin wassilky smooth. My legs. Actually I heard it when I saw you fucking you girlfriend,' Stevie gushed, now squeezing his cock emphatically. 'God that was so fucking hot... 'But yeah I love hearing you coming,' she concluded; 'And when I feel it coming, into me – where was I?''Coming,' Lee reminded her patiently, and he grew harder in her hand again, and squirmed. 'And you had a fantasy to confess!'She had him to full hardness after a few gently strokes, and he would be ready to satisfy her again soon. 'I fantasise that. But then there’s the differences between them. The harsh outside as opposed to the tender middle. Attack rather than defense. The way the man gets off so quickly, not even aware the woman needs time and tenderness to get such enjoyment. Or not caring.”“Empathy. A feminine trait.”“I suppose it would need to be for a mother.”“Do you think the woman understands the man more than the man understands her?” Joe asked.“And suffers for his immediate gratification. So as not to insult her warrior. Her. “mmmmmmm” I let out a moan and he hears it and smirks knowing what he’s doing to me... “Now love you know what I really want before I do you good.. I want to feel that hot mouth!!!” He says with a satisfied grin as he towers over me and presses downwards on my head towards his thick cock. I slowly get on my knees and I come face to face with this b**st. I stroke it a few times admiring it and then lick the tip a few times. Lapping my tongue under the tip and then up and down the entire shaft.