??He spat in the mouth hole to finish, lit a cigarette and dropped the litmatch in the face cunt. He was only fourteen remember, andlistening to what... my pale, red-lipped guy had been saying he was obviouslyshowing off.? Despite his youth, hisskill and ability were, of course, much, much greater than any of the boyswho?d signed up for the course ? so his conceit was understandable.?? A big-headed vicious, young thug but he hada lot to be big-headed about.? He leaptathletically off the desk.? . At first i slipped into skin tight latex leggings (with attached feet, anal zipper and a codpiece in front). The waistband reached a little higher than normal because the combination i was going to wear needed a little extra. On top of the leggings i slipped into my Sub-Suit. It was a Suit with a back zipper, short legs but attached hands and hood with pin prick eyes but open mouth. Ass and crotch were free, so codpiece and anal zipper of the leggings were still usefull. It was a combination in. This must be like those letters Thomas Jefferson wrote to that French chick. Or maybe Benjamin Franklin. I wondered if there was a direct quote in here. I whipped open my dictionary to be sure I understood everything he was saying. This was so much more thoughtful and personal than an email or IM. This was his way of saying we weren’t getting divorced when I got back. The time and effort he put into creating this letter was far more valuable to me than any gift he could have purchased. And the. I hadn’t noticed, until I tugged his belt open, that he had button fly jeans on. He knows I love the sweet sexy pop-pop-pop as I rip open his jeans to get to the thick hardness my mouth almost constantly craves. “Is that my Valentine’s present?” I grinned. “All for you, Kat.” Mmmm, just what I needed to hear! It felt so good to finally start working him into my mouth, after dreaming about this very moment for the past eighteen hours. He is so thick and tastes so damned good. The taste of his.