So I was a bit confused but not overly concerned when he asked me if I had time to meet with him. He told me he had something my father had left in hi... care for me after I turned 18.I knew where his house was. I hadn’t realized that the house was half personal home, half business offices. He led me through the office entrance. The whole office are was made out off glass walls, and most offices were empty. I assumed that Saturday was not a high business day. But I belatedly realized that, after. Ice! You were rubbing ice up and down my cleft!. Oh god I was going to explode. Drips of frigid melted ice ran down my most sensitive parts and the contrast with the furnace of my arousal was almost unbearable! Drip, drip, drip. I squirmed, trying to relieve the pressure, the aching in my genitals, but nothing seemed to help. I heard strangled cries and realized that they came from my own throat. Deftly you traced my crevice, closer and closer to my most sensitive parts. I can't stand it!. I had planned on going to bed after such a long day, but D, with a bottle of wine in her had other plans, hell she was grabbing my cock in the elevator, chalk it up to the wine, the atmosphere of escaping the cold, the little romantic getaway, she was horny, but in my alcohol induced mind, what made her horny was Jay, I was thinking should I just go with it an enjoy it or get jealous and pissed and start a fight, she was all over me, horny as I've ever seen her, when she came out of the. Maybesomething like in inception where I can dream out my fantasies or maybelike the matrix where I can live out my fantasy in a virtual realm. ButI had no such luck. Or so I thought.---I am a classic dumpster diver and I would often drive through affluentneighborhoods to see what kind of stuff rich people would throw away.I've found laptops, monitors, couches, desks, engine blocks and even akitchen sink.One day while going through my rounds I saw a full length mirror with anornate wood frame..