They're meaningless in and of themselves, so don't worry about it." But I DO worry! It sounds so SHAMEful!"Suzanne shot back, "But they're true, so ho... can you complain? You are one of his personal cocksuckers, are you not? Or do you plan on sucking any other penises?"Susan's heart leapt to her throat as she thought about sucking on Ron's penis. Oh dear! He IS my husband, and he is still in town. I probably should do that for him, since I never have. But why does the mere thought fill me with. Time is the only healer, and that, not very successful.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall, a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each had a story of the last world war, holding memories of fallen comrades and friends; Small and large victories; amusing anecdotes and tales to enthral young children, or bore the elder, young men. Not all of the war had been about blood and guts, mud, hard rations or killing the. John looked startled. “Sire…my ring. Where did you come upon it?”“You left it behind…during your ‘visit’.”“My ‘visit’, Sire?” By John’s tone and puzzled look Daniel could see he was not teasing…his confusion was real and a bit unsettling. If Daniel had been dreaming then where had the ring come from?“When do you last remember having had it, John?”“I removed it when grooming Oroboros this afternoon. It caught on his mane and I recall laying it on the tack room bench. I must have left it. Victor and I had not had sex during the last week… and so, I was feeling too horny. My right hand made its way into my bikini bottom and rubbed my pussy. I was really dying for a nice hard dick deep inside my pussy…I left my pussy lips and started to reach for my back shoulder to put on some lotion. "Do you need help?" A deep voice said behind me."No, thanks I think I can..." But then I made a gasp in surprise. Behind me was a gorgeous tall black man with a perfect muscled body, wearing nothing.