Peter advised cold. She suggested then that we all had time to finish the entrée. He looked puzzled. She gently but persuasively pushed him back into...a lounge chair and knelt between his legs. Lisa fondled Peter’s balls and scrotum with one hand, ran the other hand up and down the length of his massive shaft. Her pink tongue licked the huge glans like an ice cream. I wondered when the time came how much of him she could fit into her mouth. Her tongue left glistening trails of saliva over his. ” Wesley had begun to show as much compassion for Pol’s beliefs as Pol respected Wesley’s. One thing that he was learning on this journey was that he had a far greater capacity for belief than he was aware of.As the day drew to a close, Doc and Margaret returned to the rostrum and looked again at Wesley’s quadrants, carefully laid out again that morning. Wesley and Pol began rolling up the thread and stowing it in his pack.“That is an idea we could expand upon,” Doc mused. “In a climate as. He starts licking my nipples, getting them both very wet and then sprinkles salt on them. He then moves down and squeezes lime juice in to my bellybutton. Then he fills a long slender shot glass. ‘And where is that going?’ I ask him. ‘You’ll see.’ He moves down to my pussy and spreads my legs. Then the spreads my pussy lips open and places the shot glass right up against my clit. ‘HEY!! That’s cold!’ ‘It’ll warm up in a sec baby.’ He starts to lick the salt off my nipples, licking and sucking. I pulled then down and stepped out of them. She was still watching me. I hesitated to take off my boxers."You wear armor underneath your armor too?" She asked.I chuckled a bit. "Extra protection for those sensitive parts," I told her.She continued watching me with a bit of curiosity on her face.I guessed there was nothing to this really. I shook off my hesitation and pulled down my boxers and kicked them aside. There I was in the woods, naked, being watched by some strange mythical creature.