.. god, daddy ... your cock issooooo ... biiiggggg ... uuuuuhhhhnnnnggghhhh ... aaaahhhh .... what's haaahhhppeniiinnnggg ... DAAAAHHHHDDDDIIIIEEEEEE .......what are you ddooooiiiinnnggg ... aaaaaahhhh .... uuuuhhhnnnggghhh ... yessss ... fuck meeee ... aaahhh ...huh huh ... yessss ... fuuu--hhhhck .... my god,daaaahhddiieeee ... fuck me with that thick dick ... yessss .. yesyesyesyes .... aaaahhhh .... uuuhhhnnngghhh ... fuck meeeee ... harder .. yesyesyesyes ...uuuhhnnnggghh ..."obliged, and. She started at my ankles and worked her way up, not leaving me with even a tuft of hair at the base of my cock. She even went so far as shaving my chest and armpits. I was one bald son of a bitch. She then proceeded to rub me down with floral scented lotion, careful to avoid playing too long with my aching erection. The feeling of her hands gliding over my smooth legs was unreal and it changed every sensation in my body. I felt more feminine, vulnerable, and delicate than I ever had before in. " She asked, "Were you just working out wearing a Woodstock Harley shirt?" I was too surprised to make a joke. "Yes." She sent, "OMG, we are in the same hotel. Do you live down by NYC?" I had to think that through before I answered, "Wrong Woodstock. My shirt is from the one about an hour out from Chicago. I live out that way." She replied, "Oh." She quickly added, "So, two more questions then." I answered, "Three questions? Answers: John, I seek the Holy Grail, and Blue, I mean. There’s something about the Irish that I find very sexy ... be it boys or girls. But Dean’s good looks are an understatement; he is a walking God of Sexuality. One look at his tall masculine body, beautifully tanned bare chest and torso (I had the privilege of seeing him last summer by the swimming hole) could arouse any female.He is built like a wild stallion, a perfect picture of a magnificent animal, born to breed all the pretty girls.Many times I would imagine that he looked at me the way I.