” I laughed.“I’m not taking them up now,” he replied. “I’ll take them up when we get back.”“Don’t pout Kyle,” I chuckled.“I’m ...not pouting,” he responded.We leant in for a kiss before I started the engine up. I reversed out of my parking spot and pulled up to the road. As soon as it was clear, I pulled out and onto the coastal road. We could have probably walked but I wasn’t really in the mood for walking up the steep hills to our hotel. The evening sun gleamed across the water as I drove to a. ” I chose not to remark on that. “She has this birth mark on the inside of her right thigh that is in the shape of a heart - it drives me freaking crazy. Every time I go down on her I make sure I pay special attention to it, licking and massaging the area. Her thighs are so tight too… I love sticking my hard dick between her legs and feeling her muscles constrict against me. Yet sometimes I feel like I’m going through the motion, ya know? Like my libido has kind of checked out or something,” as. Dante wondered how he would act if he’d lost his testicles to testicular cancer at the age of sixteen.Harry said, “He handles it the only way he knows how.”“I know. I was just wondering how I’d handle it,” Dante said. He turned back to the pad and rubbed a thumb over a part of the paper. It softened the hair.“If I didn’t know about his condition, I’d be scared to death of him. The things that come out of his mouth are downright disturbing,” Bad Betty said. She shivered at the thought of what. I had been swimming myself because I was on the team as well as being a manager. I was 5’ 10” with a muscular build, firm pecs and abs, strong legs, big biceps, blond hair, a tan everywhere except under my speedo. Patrick had the same swimmer’s type build as I did only with brown hair. He asked me if I could look at his thighs because they were giving him some trouble when he swam. I told him to dry off and meet me in the medical room, which was just a room in the gym with a padded table. As I.