I wanna kick it with you somewhere, anywhere in public smoke a couple of Stogues puff the Bleezy a couple of times, then as we stand there kickin' it ...against a wall just wrap my hands around that fat ass and jiggle and squeeze while sticking my tongue deep down your fuckin' throat. Just French kissin' while rubbin' all over, that flawless fat ass now look baby, I love you, and respect you and I would never mean to disrespect, you, but yo, with this Rock Solid Chocolate Pipe, its for you and its. Normally, when I return from one of my visits, the first thing I do is walk round the garden. My reason, should I ever be asked, would be that I like to check that there have been no disasters during my absence; that none of the trees have blown down, the dahlia's are still standing, the snails haven't managed to consume the entire bed of hostias, that sort of thing. The real reason is that my garden helps me wind down from the rigours of my visitI have a large garden. Gardening is my hobby; my. Sometimes I paused and squeezed him gently, or brushed my thumb across the head of his cock. He was trembling violently, and I, too, was shivering with pleasure, and then I felt him fumbling with the catch of my bra. He got it unfastened, and then a wave of excitement flooded through me as he started to fondle my bare breast. My free arm was around him, and I pressed myself against him as I continued to rub him. I felt him shudder, and I stopped briefly, to run my hand over his trembling belly. He'd even dipped his toe in science fiction, with somewhat less success. He'd done this a hundred times. His process was iron clad. After all the preparation and the arduous journey, he'd arrived at the mountain sanctuary that would host his retreat and provide him the seclusion necessary to get back to work.He reached into the well of his mind and found... bubkis. Zip. Naught but the void.Jack sighed and leaned back in his chair. He stared at the screen for a few more seconds before reaching.