He is good at asking me questions to keep the conversation going. Me, not so much. I want to slip in naughty innuendos wherever I can. I think we both... would rather talk dirty. In fact, Scott asks to see my latest dirty story on the website, but I admit it is not finished. I only ever want to write after we do something sexy together. He tempts the line by asking if I’ve ever had sex while high.“No, have you?” I reply, hoping that he would delve into one of his stories.“Oh, my God. Yes of. I like kissing enough, but for me it's usually more of a happy precursor or gateway to the more hardcore carnal drug of my imagination. This kiss though was incredible and attraction aside she had my cock stating to fill with blood. I'm not sure if it was her sloppy mouth, the effort that she made or the culmination of things, but if there was a little more privacy or if I had a few more beers I would have put her up against the wall and fucked her right there. My brain was beginning to. "Ah, Kennewick," Toraq said, "What brings you down here to my domain so early in the morning? Are you in trouble again? Well, out with it, lad. Don't just stand there like a deer in the spotlight."Kennewick blinked a few times, then padded towards the Hawk, "Ah no, Master Toraq. I'm not in trouble. No, I just needed to talk to you about a few...things...feelings that are bothering me...feelings that I think you are best qualified to explain. That is, if you aren't too busy."Toraq met the boy. I admit it, I was really turned on by that suit of hers, because it made her look bald. And I like shaved women." "Well, that's more like it! I appreciate you candor. Now, I'll tell you a little secret. I get turned on by shaved heads, too." She walked toward him. She was carrying a pair of scissors. She was smiling that predatory smile again. Jason had a very good idea what they were for. "Now wait just a damn minute!" he exclaimed. "You've got no right to do this! Remember, I have to go.