Or rather, I was not finished with him. He took my hand and led me through to my bedroom. I had an enormous bed in a small room, almost going from one...wall to the opposite. He lay down on it and pulled me along, I got the hint. Gently teasing him, I stroked around his cock, and cupped his balls in my hands. I pressed a finger against that sensitive bit below his balls, that I know can make a man cum really quickly. I licked my lips and closed them, not too firmly, before pressing them down onto. Recently, I decided to publish my journals. I am not a writer and when Iset down the accounts of my ordeals, I often wrote in a form one might describeas 'streams of consciousness'. At other times I employed personal shorthand.In order that my experiences and feelings be presented in a more readable manner,I sent my journal to the author to be presented in whatever form he chose withthe proviso that both I and Sir remain anonymous. All too soon after my relationship with Sir began, I was. I never thought she was suspicious of my acts. So i sat beside her and said, ‘ What dirty things are you talking about?’She : You wont understand as you are a kid.I got furious. I said ‘Your hubby will be a kid. Please dont insult me like this. I am grown up. Do you want to see?’ (I dont know how I got the courage to do this but it was really something great that I said)She sat there looking at me with wide eyes. I took my fingers to and unzipped my jeans. Then I removed my underwear and my. You appear more conscience now and you’re coming to terms that there actually is someone so close to you. It’s not a dream baby. I can’t look at you, for if our eyes met the magic would be lost. I feel a gentle hand in my hair, slowly massaging a fistful of my hair. I moan into your belly button, softly kissing it, all over it and around it. I hear you speak, a sleepy voice, but I hear you clearly… “Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop…” My tongue now laps at your naval, and I feel you fidgeting.