We all have our strengths and our weaknesses. We all have our woes and our crosses to bear. I know a nurse who's a diabetic. Living around the big eas... and not being able to partake of most of the sweets and cakes and pies that come from this region is probably one of the most insidious versions of hell. When I think about her, my particular dietary conundrum becomes less damning.I call myself a Fluitarian. That means I subsist totally on fluids and I'm kind of particular about which fluids I. It didn’t need much help to keep standing upright after that.This all started with me sitting by him and playfully touching it after that. I have always enjoyed the feeling that I can make any man respond to my touch. I would often just lay there along-side him blowing at it, or softly caressing the sides of it. Sometimes I’d just trace little circles in the soft skin of his ball sack with my fingers. That would usually cause his dick to lengthen and turn a deep red color. I was so fascinated. Then, she started to lick my balls and inner thighs, in the mean time, I finished kissing and was licking the thighs of her and came near the clitoris.She suddenly bit my dick’s top to tease me. I too trapped her in the same position. I was just controlling my pain but I was enjoying it at the same time. She then slowly started sucking my cock and as I said she was really good at it. I got to lick her clitoris and was fingering the pussy hole. We did for so long and finally we came in each. “Yeah. I just wanted to get you alone.” HA. He smiles. “Let’s go.” Somehow, we go unnoticed as we head to the garage. “So what’s up Chrissy? You’re making me nervous.” “Don’t be. I’m the nervous one.” “What? Why?” “I wanted to take you out…on a date.” Whew. That wasn’t so hard. He smiles, showing a lot of beautiful teeth. “Oh really?” “Yeah. You’ve been looking pretty damn good lately. Let me take you to dinner.” Wow, I feel like a dude. I think my balls just dropped. “Shit. You’re making me.