It was like a race going down the stairs to the basement, pulling my kicks off, and huffing on them like a d**ggy huffing glue. I would take deep whif...s, inhaling my own foot funk. It got better throughout the year as the sneaks got more and more dirty, and thus more and more stink. My jeans would come off quickly—then flat on my back with dick in hand. Pulling hard on it's massive 9”, well---massive for a freshman, rite ? Pulling with my right fist, with my left arm raised up to the back of my. They live some 45 minutes away from us, near our favourite nude beach, so Grant could come down and stay with me, when we went swimming, I grabbed my gear, and headed off, arriving mid afternoon, I spent time with them before going out for dinner, and then driving them to the airport, later in the evening. I rang Grant, but no reply, I drifted of to sleep soon after. Monday after I had eaten breakfast, and fed the animals, I rang Grant again, as we talked, I told him I rang last night, and. They finished their coffee and hot chocolates and resumed a walk. Miranda finally found what she was looking for and she sat the two down on a set of seats. Across from them was a man, who Miranda spoke with briefly. She came and sat between them. She pulled out their leashes and clipped them on to their dismay. The three sat there for some time as the man kept looking at them, sometimes quizzically, but not very judgementally. He was sketching them. When he was finished with one, he. " "But you didn't," Susan gasped, "You just stood there with your hard cock jutting out, are you touching it now?" "Yes, I am." "Why don't you slap it?" I hesitated and then I slapped my cock, hard. The effect was electrifying; I felt the slap from my head to my toes. "That's it," Susan breathed into the darkness, "discipline that unruly cock." And then she said "I've got to control my nasty thoughts too" and I heard her slap herself. I slapped my cock again.. The sensation was doubled..