I'm not advocating **** (although it's a delicious fantasy!), but merely stating that you, as men, should know when our bodies are saying something ou... mouths deny.For example: Ricky, the (what is it? Eighteen? Okay!) 18-year-old high school student (he's been held back four times. Four times, get it?) who mows my lawn in the summer was doing so on a really hot day last August. He had his shirt off as he did so, and I was ten times hotter than the actual temperature as I watched him. Furiously. “I wouldn’t be walking today if it wasn’t for you - I live to serve you, master.”Carol watched everyone declare their loyalty to me, and then sat by my side and put her hand on my thigh. “You’re stuck with us all, I’m afraid! We’re in this together, no turning back.”With everyone one so close, I could feel the emotions that were flowing in the room. It felt like a river of gratitude, love that seemed to just envelope us all. I closed my eyes and focussed on the sensations that we were feeling.. Nearest us was ahuge black onyx-topped bar, professionally-equipped with a broad mirror-faced back bar dominated by endless glass shelves displaying expensivecocktail crystal of every description. Other shelves were generouslystocked with containers of spirits and racks of wine bottles.Surrounding the bar was a large sitting area with supple black leather-upholstered wingback chairs and sofas, all with conveniently locatedglass-topped wrought iron cocktail tables for each seating. "When we finished the shower, I was still painfully hard. This morning's relief was long gone. I dried her inch by inch. "I can't believe how great you look in your birthday suit."She took my head in her hands. "If you'll lick me wet, I'll try to take care of that hard wood on your belly."She pulled the covers back on the large bed and lay back on it. I saw her complete trimmed bush for the first time. It took fewer than ten seconds for me to bury my head in glory. Well, it took her another ten.