Because I work with kids, I have worked very hard to maintain a steady emotional state. It does no one any good to have a coach that gets too up or to... down. A great Australian Olympian once said “Don’t let success go to your head or failure go to your heart.”So I do not have a lot of triggers or at least the triggers I have do not send me off to wild extremes. Except one. Some men are breast men. My Keri has great big tits. They are perfectly shaped and hang just the way I like them. When she. She brought them to her face and flicked her tongue out, tasting her juices. She then handed them to me. I brought them to my nose and inhaled her smell, all while watching her. She now had two fingers deep inside her folds, bringing her closer to climax. “That’s it Amy, keep fingering your cunt you little slut. Show me how much you want to cum, finger your pussy.” Amy never took her eyes from mine as she continued to finger herself. Her moans began to get louder and the sound of her fingers. I was the hardest I had ever been before as I stood in front of him. He gave my lean body a look over and moaned impressed. “You like my tight body, big daddy?” I teased him and ran my hands down to my hard dick.“Hell yeah.” He said. “Get on your knees and come suck my cock, boy.” He squeezed the bulge in his pants. I started over to him but he stopped me. “Nu-uh,” He barked. “I said get on your knees.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.I eagerly got to my knees and crawled over. He had needed Hilderich to do that for him. Uncover some idea of the workings behind all that, perhaps use something against the Patriarch and the Castigator. He had seen so much more he needed to forget as well but could not, in fact dared not forget, lest the hatred for their jailers and captors, those madmen, would diminish ever so imperceptibly. He found out he lacked the words to describe the sickening mob of rulers who moved freely about like a sickle does unto stalks of wheat.No such.