“Do you like that baby?” you gasp, pulling your head away from my meat and continuing to ask. “The way I suck you off? Do you like the way I tea...se your cock with my mouth? Oh yes, baby let's get you all nice a wet for me,” you say, sucking me back in-between your bliss-filled lips.Your hand that’s gently gripping the base of my shaft begins to stoke ever so lightly, keeping a slower pace with your mouth, your rhythm quickens as your taste my pre-cum flow. You pop me out using your tongue to. I've seen better times, methinks.Poor deluded mortals, you still don't suspect, do you? We are the ones inspiring you. Muses? Ha! We're your muses. I and my many brothers and sisters over the millennia -- we're more than your humble writing instruments, much more. Styluses and quills, then pens and pencils, now typewriters, and finally our latest avatars -- word processors and computers and hi-tech printing machines. Machines? You are the ones who are the machines. Pavlov and Watson and Skinner. In Vickie's mind, Walt's tongue became the young woman's tongue, and it made her cum so hard she almost lost consciousness. Walt probably did the same thing, but he never mentioned it to Vickie.They had been married about three years when Walt was required to attend a company-sponsored week-long seminar in San Diego. Walt took Vickie along even though spouses weren't invited. It would give them a change of scenery that might inspire a more tantalizing setting to re-enact during their lovemaking. Fresca’s fingers added to Angie’s post-sex lassitude. Maybe that’s why she didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying about the flowers and bees. But after he got up, Angie heard one buzzing nearby. Thus prompted, she asked the departing doctor to repeat what he’d told her about bees.“Just be a little careful,” he said, from the doorway. His voice sounded casual, reassuring. “With all these new blossoms, I’m sure there’s nothing really to worry about. But sometimes bees can be attracted to.