She opened her mouth wide and took his glans in her mouth, her tongue moving rapidly over his big, creamy smooth glans as her lips fastened on him. Sh... began sucking. But as quickly as she began, she stopped. Connie was on her feet with the lithe grace only a dancer could command. She had his long, fat prick in her hand and barely gave him time to step out of his jeans as she led him to the rug in front of the crackling fire. The heat rising from the two intertwined women challenged the. He had no idea what his parentswere thinking when they named him Mickey, MICKEY of all things. Hismother told him it was because he was so tiny and cute when he was bornshe couldn't call him anything else. So through 12 years of publiceducation he had to put up with being called Mickey Mouse. Nor did ithelp that he had a face that could only be described as... cute. He hadjet black hair, big blue eyes, a button nose and full, naturally redlips. He was a cute baby, a cute boy, and, heaven help. We arrive at the designated 'safetyzone'. I wave and spin. There's so much talking that I can't understandanything anyone's asking me. A bra flies over the top of the gate, butone of my guards snatches it up before it can even touch the ground.Poor girls, they'd love to get over that gate to me. Too bad the twenty-some odd women with machine guns around me won't let it happen. Not thatI mind. Women are fun, but who'd want to be swarmed by them?"Do you love me?" I yell out.The replies seem. We bought 6 games, 3 for each and as I promised, we went to a KFC Drive-thru and got 2 buckets of Fried Chicken, we went home, ate, played, chatted and finally, he was up to the last fun of the day. So…boyfriend…what are we gonna do now?He asked. I dunno…I said looking at him.Did you know…I love you a lot…? I asked. No…I didnt know that… he said. Well…now you know…and if its not enough…what can I do to prove this love..? I asked getting near him. Small things…like this..He said leaning to kiss.