” He put an evil grin on his face. “Do you remember what the boys were going to have to do if I won?” I asked. Patrick got a thinking-cap look o...n his face. “No, I don’t think so,” he said. “Well, at the time I really wondered if watching what they would have to do would turn me on,” I said. “And every once in a while over the years when I’ve thought about that bet that’s the part of it I’ve thought about most.” “So?” Patrick asked. I cleared my throat. “Well, they were going to have to strip. Witha little push his penis tip forced his wetness apart. A gasp escaped histhroat with his teeth biting into his lip in order to stifle any moan.Arnold slid himself all the way inside of him, feeling his balls touchagainst the back of that soft ass. The brunette dug his fingers aroundone of the rods. His long digits dug into the wood when Arnold pressedhis body against him. His hands snuck up to grasp those cloth coveredbreasts in his fingers. Massaging the smooth flesh, he thrust his. “Where do you want me?”“You mean, for the sketches?” I had to clarify.Her eyes bugged wide, realising the innuendo. “Of course! What did you think I meant?” she squeaked.In the end she tugged back the duvet and sat on the edge of the bed and played the cello. She didn’t want to sit naked on her piano stool, she explained. The subtle low smooth tones of the cello wafted around and filled the whole room, enveloping me in a soothing musical balm. I focused her still calm soft face, her closed. "Do you love me?" he asked. She didn't seem to want to answer, so he asked her another question that she might. "Do you trust me?"She nodded twice."Then take my word for it, sweetie. That movie is not something you'd enjoy. Maybe in a couple of years you might, but not now. Not as you're finding out the first little bits of what sex feels like. Okay?"She sniffed, but then clicked away from the pay per view channel. She finally settled on an old movie in black and white which Bob wasn't really.