”“I’ll try,” she said bashfully.We kissed, then she lowered her head and planted a soft kiss on my glans, then kissed down the shaft, and then...back up. She tentatively licked my glans and kissed it again, which started a sequence of kisses and licks. She used her hand to gently stroke me, eventually exploring my sack, gently cupping it, then squeezing softly. After a few more kisses and licks, she opened her mouth and took in my glans, sucking gently. She bobbed her head, and ran her soft. It could have gone into ‘Humour and Satire’, I suppose. Yes, I agree the tale is a little far fetched, and the moral issues raised are complex, but don’t let that spoil your fun! If it does – stop reading: there is enough suffering in the world without punishing yourself! I would have thought that the plot line would have been used before. I searched at some length, but could not find one. Apologies to any author who has preempted me. This tale is the product of my own deranged imagination.. Danny kept her eyes closed, as Betty planted soft kisses on her chest and then her neck. Betty then pressed her lips to Danny’s lips. My wife opened her mouth and I watched as she welcomed Betty’s advances. As Danny pressed herself against Betty, I slipped from my chair and stripped Betty of her micro-bikini bottoms. She was horny as hell, the sweet-musty aroma of sex filling my nostrils.I stood beside Betty, my cock at face level. She looked over at my cut phallic and took it in her hand. She. “Pick up that gun,” I said to Tonya as I opened the folding baton, which had also been hiding in what I called my Captain Kangaroo vest.The thug was coming around. “I ought to kill you,” I said to him quietly, “but I’m curious. What was your message for me?”He looked up at me and even at Tonya holding his gun and said, “Go home cracker,” he said.“Just those quiet words,” I suggested.“Rough you up a little maybe,” he said.“You mean like this,” I said striking a quick blow to his face. I was.