“Fuck,” he hissed and threw his head back.Not so quiet anymore, I laughed smugly under my breath and gently caressed my clit.Pleasuring him was a ...urn on I didn’t think possible. I had never actually enjoying blowing a man before but the subtle way he took it, not forcing me to do anything, was so liberating that I found myself searching for more instead of hoping it to be over.Pushing myself to my knees, I took his balls in my mouth and was immediately rewarded with a cry so primal, that I. I told her its a compliment. She smiled then sunk her head and mumbled something. I asked her what she said and she said at least someone likes what it looks like on her. I had a puzzled look on my face I guess because she said her husband did not say anything when she tried it on for him the other night when everyone turned in for the night. I was stunned, I made sure I heard what she said was right, then told her he nuts. I finally came to about her with her and told her she has looked. I want to share my passion for him and my most recent and most memorable mating with him.Briefly, I can trace my relations with him since my teens. One night, I had gone off to sleep when we were both staying in a hostel, after torrential sex talk over a hot cup of tea late in the night. At the stroke of midnight, I could feel him mount me on my back and gently but firmly pressed his dick on my buttocks. As I continued to pretend to be sleeping, he kissed and licked my earlobes and pressed his. She was completely bald, not even any eyebrows. But her head was very sexy. Now my habit, or rather hang-up, was I almost never started conversations with women. It was one reason why Nate was Nate, and I was me. But this woman however — I actually wanted to talk to her. So I found myself getting out of my chair and going over to her table. “Excuse me,” I basically had to yell, “mind if I join you?” “Love it!” she replied loudly with a smile. So I sat down. “You’re very intriguing,.