‘My name ees Giovanni.’ Liz looked back at him, ever more intrigued by his looks. She finally smiled and asked if she could order him a drink. Gio...vanni placed his hands on the bar and took the seat Liz had been saving for him. She glanced at his hands and smiled to herself, wondering if there was any truth to the old wives’ tales linking finger and penis size. She turned and asked the bartender for his drink. Conversation started a little slow, not uncommon in all two blind dates Liz had ever. The four took this trail which wound through a wetland which turned into a swamp; the mosquitoes started to become a nuisance, and the men spent a lot of time swatting mosquitoes that buzzed in for a snack. One of the men remarked, "Damn, the 'skeeters are a caution, tonight."Sgt. Anderson said, "Ya better pay more 'tention to the trail an' less ta the 'skeeters ifen ya don't want ta wind up in quicksand." Yeah, Sarge, I know. I jus' hate 'skeeters." Don't we all, but we're comin' to a tricky. How to begin offering Sam the chance to live his heart's desire. I could just change him and be done with it, but... I wanted this to be something he chose for himself, rather than have it forced upon him. At least that much I could do in the spirit of being his friend."Sam... do you believe in magic?" I blurted out.He looked at me curiously from the bed. "Sometimes, I guess. Sara's into that sort of thing, you know, and she's occasionally given me books to read and stuff. But... magic? I don't. " I continued to roll his balls around in my palm. When I reached for his erection it was rock hard. I planted tiny kisses on his chest and slowly worked my way down. My tongue creating a trail to where I wanted to go. When I finally reached the heat of his warm cock I took it in my hand and kissed the end. I stuck my tongue into the hole and circled in around before taking the throbbing head between my lips. My tongue worked it's way around and around while my lips slid up and down his shaft..