He Texts:6pm, worship me. Billy.I’m ready for him. Around 6:00 I hear the keycard open the door of the hotel room. I stand to greet him as the do...or opens and the room fills with his presence. Billy is fresh from the gym; his body is shining with sweat, his veins thick beneath his skin and pulsing with raw power. The vest he has worked out in hangs from broad shoulders, clinging to his chest and wet with sweat. My nose fills with Billy’s scent – sweat from a brutal workout, testosterone. Unfortunately, it wasn't every morning that we had time to make the best use of him, and many of my spontaneous erections were sadly wasted.Gustav had so many great memories of the last year or so that he must have been re-living them to keep them current. I did some day-dreaming myself on occasion, still slightly unable to believe the change in my sexual fortunes since I'd met Sian! In only sixteen months, I'd moved from being a nineteen-year-old virgin to having as much sex as I could handle,. I couldn't help myself, orresist my desires, and I bent down and did the one thing I had alwaysdreamed of, I kissed her full on her ripe, parted, panting, wet lips.It was a kiss that no son gives his own mother, but it was one that I hadalways dreamed about. Fantasies are usually better than reality, but notthis deep, sinful, incestuous kiss. Mother's lips were incredibly hot,soft and clinging, wet and sleek with her lipstick. For an incalculabletime, we kissed, in a deep, incestuous passion,. He was almost ready for another. He was still trying to get Morpheus to pose for a sequel to Model Maid."You are kidding?" Bill whispered. "You've got to keep your wits about you when you are with the Wizard. The last time I had more than one drink I found myself in a sorority in Timbuktu!"Paul1954 was very quiet and distinguished among all these rowdy Americans. He was staying with Eric; the incredible honor of being his houseguest overrode his English qualms about imposing. Besides, he got to.