She came to me with a glass of wine in her hand taking a sip then pressing her lips to mine and passing some wine. She looked me in the eyes and said ...now I am going to have some fun and went to sit on a stool between my legs.She looked me in the eyes ad smiled saying I have been waiting to do this to you for a long time as she put a leather glove on her left hand and grasped my hard shaft tight so my circumcised grand bulged. With her right hand she picked up a small flogger and started to whip. " "Why don't I just show you?" And he stood up and dropped his pants, revealing a tool that was probably only about 3 inches soft. Then he reached down and began to stroke himself, bring an erection that I guess measured close to 5 inches. For a man his age it was a respectable size. He was cut with a head that looked like it had been transplanted to his stem after he was born. His ridge overhang his shaft by about a half inch, maybe more and there was a slight bend to the left. His ball. ‘The light shines on us today, the light that burns within you, burns within me. Don’t question it…don’t analyse it, leave your opinions behind with the rest of your burdens…’ I lent in again, uninvited but completely welcome. ‘I want you.’ I stayed in your field of dreams. ‘I want every inch of you. Just get up with me now, don’t look at me, don’t talk to me…but walk with me, side by side, my equal, my destiny…’ We were very close now. A closeness of heart, of companionship. A closeness that. His hesitation made it easy for Connie to slip out from under him, but he recovered before she could leave the bed. Connie tried to free herself, holding back tears. She'd gotten carried away and forgotten about her leg. My alligator skin leg, she thought bitterly. Everything else had fled her mind—concerns about her weight, about the pretending, about the nightmare—until Simon had almost bared her leg. Better that she should stop him now, even though she didn't want to, than to have him turn.