. guilty. I don't know why I feel that way, because it doesn't make sense; but I do know what's causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won'...t be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty.But here's the thing: I'm not completely sure I want it out of my head. How's that for messed up? Pretty frickin' perfect, I should think; perfectly messed up is exactly what it is. The truth? I haven't felt this excited ... this alive ... since my. You feelthe heat of my mouth and breath as I close my eyes and press mytongue up against the underside of your cock. Reaching your baseI close my lips around you and make small swallowing motions withmy tongue as I start to gently suck...massaging your cock insidemy mouth...mmmm. I very slowly start to pull my head away suckingslightly harder. Reaching the head I run my tongue over it,around it, then very slowly suck you back into my mouth.You reach down and unzip the back of my dress and I let. ..and we want to participate! First we drink some alcohol at the bar, a lot of guys checking us out...We go to the little girls room and when we come out we see another door at the end of a long hallway. There is a screen hanging above the door and a sexy male guard stands in front, only dressed in a black bowtie and a tight black boxershort. We are too curious and decide to go and have a look. As we approach it is clear to see on the screen what is going on behind the door. Thermographic. We let our eyes say all there had to be said. There were no false pretenses as to why you were here, just suffice it to say it’s because it’s where you wanted to be. We stayed like that for a good long while, just enjoying the warmth that we shared together. I didn’t want to do anything, out of fear of chasing you away, but mostly because I was thoroughly enjoying our quiet time together. To say it was pleasant would be an understatement.Eventually, as I had the feeling would be the case you.