I turned quickly, shocked, fortunately the water was only chest deep or I might of got a mouthful. "Ciao," a voice said. I looked round and was confro...ted by what I can only describe as the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was tall, dark haired, tanned and with a beautiful face. He smiled. I had to catch my breath. "Hi," I said.He smiled again."English?" he asked."Yes," I nodded."No speak," he said.I could see this wasnt going to be easy. I didnt speak any other languages. I pointed to. Coupled with his ability tolitigate in front of one or a panel of judges, Leslie A. Monroe wasconsidered the youngest candidate to become a Supreme Court Justice orminimally a Federal Appeals Court Judge. Virginia stood looking down ather husband controlling her anger while trying to understand how such apowerful man could be so weak when it came to his sexuality.?So, Leslie, what do you have to say for yourself???" she asked with anedge that made her husband shiver not out of fear, but out of. My cock was pulsating, drooling, with no relief in sight.The screen changed again, back to the boring news show. Again it went on and on until I was completely limp again. What's next I thought.Suddenly again, the scene of a locker room. This time a young athletic male in workout clothes began to undress. He was muscular, well hung, and toned. He went to the shower and began soaping up fondling his rather large uncircumcised cock. A second guy showed up, started to undress. He too was very. ” “What?” “Erm. I’m just joking... It’s just the sprouts from last night.” “Oh... that OK.” Stretching out, l let out a groan. “Time to get up.” As I threw back the bed sheets. My eyebrows nearly jumped off my forehead at the sight of what looked suspiciously like cum. “You sure?” “Yeah... why?” “That fart blurted what looks like cum all over the bed sheet.” Guinevere seemed embarrassed and pulled the sheet back up to her neck. “Actually, I didn’t want to say anything... but now you know”.