I had always been attracted to a man’s sack, maybe because it’s so delicate, maybe because besides his cock, there is nothing more intimate and ma...nly. I licked at his wrinkled, full and firm sack. I felt each of his nuts and sucked them lightly, one at a time. I also, began to take in his musky, manly scent.The manly scent drove me on and I pushed my face between his legs. Licking and lapping at his balls and the sensitive area below them. Juan, sensing my desire for more, parted and lifted his. Herbalists sold the sleeping powder to customers who had trouble falling asleep, but it was strong enough that chirurgeons used it to keep their patients unconscious during surgery, when there was no healer around who could do so. It was supposed to be safe, but she’d only used it a few times in the past and she didn’t want to take chances. She wouldn’t have used it at all if she’d had a choice, but the two women were light sleepers. If either of them woke up and saw her missing for any length. She had the perfect excuse as the view from the kitchen sink looked out onto the four curtainless windows of the property oundergoing renovation. At first she'd hardly given it a thought but within a couple of days she'd taken to washing every available cup, dish and piece of cutlery very thoroughly, and even stared diligently drying, and returning them to their proper places.Becki knew she developing a fixation but her fixation quickly escalated to an obsession when the man worked shirtless on. "But when I told her I was wearing only blue because of my love for her father," Lindie continued, "She put the red ribbon away and well, it has always been blue for both of us since then." Every time I put my hair up or slip on my undies," Michelle commented, "I'd think of my dad. Even though I'd never met him, I'd think about him."Mom has a wallet sized picture of him she always carried and we'd talk about him. So every day I was reminded of who my dad was. The blue ribbon in my hair was for.