..” I gulped, and this time with my eyes open, I did as he said. I licked his cock from his balls to the tip and left it glistening with my saliva.... The musty smell of his genitals was very strong and the “taste” of his dick very strange- kind of metallic and sort of foul. As he went over and sat down and dealt the next hand, I could still taste him in my mouth. I was really really turned on.Of course, when he lost the next hand, I knew what to ask for and he complied by pressing his. His eyes moved all over my short, five foot figure. I wanted him so bad and he knew it. I was ready to seduce him under my gaze. I started moving towards him, but I didn't have to. He ran at me and forcefully started kissing me and biting my lips. I dug my hands around his dark red shirt wanting it off. Instead he shoved my hands off his body and held them behind my own. His grip hurt. But I wanted more than just his touch. His hands pushed me against the bed, holding me there. He was reminding. " "Yep," she agreed, leaning away from me. "Do you know what the best part of this season is?" she asked, turning to me. "No, what?" "Gift giving," she replied, bringing her hands to her back. She undid her top and took it off. "No, Faith, we can't have sex in here," I protested, covering her nipples. "I know you have balls down there, I felt them a minute ago," she pointed out, standing up. "Like you said, it is the Christmas season and we're on our honeymoon," she reminded me, lowering her. This is Texas. Love it or leave it.I complain and resist anything that smacks of authority and play the big tough loner act, even when it pushes away old friends and prevents me from making new ones. I have to do things my own way ... not the 'right' way or even the BMA way. We don't even need to discuss my phobias about privacy and security.In short, I'm a slightly undersized pismire badly compensating for my various insecurities by far too often shooting off my own pie hole when smarter folks.