Once we were both dry we dressed and went downstairs to make soup and a sandwich for our lunch.AS we sat down, side by side at the table, I covered he... hand with mine.“Cal,” I said, seriously, “I’m not complaining.”Let’s face it, what boy my age would?“But, why?”“Because we love each other and it was time. We were ready.”“Are you sure we were ready?”“Well I was, and you seemed to do your part OK.”“Only OK?”“All right then, satisfactorily.”“Satisfactorily?”“I was satisfied. Weren’t you?”“Very,”. Or not! Your use of your free will is an essential part of the game!"Stay tuned for further messages!"There's a scrawl that you think might be a signature, but it's illegible.You flip through the book. As the sticky note says, there's some text on the first page facing the note, but every other page is blank.Somewhat bemused and a little grateful for the distraction from your horny wistfulness, you turn back to the instructions page. You're a little startled that the obnoxious color of the. I gave him the sloppiest blowjob I ever had. There was spit everywhere. All over his cock, my cheeks, chin and even a little on my tits. The stranger ordered me to finger fuck his asshole as I sucked his cock. I did it and massaged his prostate for a little. He begged for more; so I slid three fingers up his tight anus while I was making him jerk in my mouth…As he came in my throat, he got behind me and put his dripping wet cock to my tight little asshole. It was really tight; because Victor. Something about it makes me feel so incredibly sexy. As the music that only I can hear swells to the chorus, I flip my hair back, dancing all by myself as he sings about his desire. ‘Well I’m not paralyzed /but I seem to be struck by you. I want to make you move /because you’re standing still.’ My body feels liquid as I float around the room delighted by the air caressing my bare skin. The ghostly words of Finger Eleven’s song seducing my mind and heating my body. I close my eyes and imagine my.