“Nate… Please… Please… I want you…” He demanded, and I would not let my mate… My partner, no my love, suffer. I knew it was going to be ...painful to take the size of my cock in, so I muffled him with another kiss of blazing passion, pushing the tip gently into him. His head cocked back and his back arched up, moaning towards the ceiling. Quickly he looked into my eyes, and mine glowed with pure lust, causing him to shiver. He was right… He needed me, but I also needed him! And I just now realized. ”So, strike three, he’s vain.“He’s a good-looking guy is Jordy, a nice body, and a fair bulge in his jeans.”So, Tyler noticed Jordy’s body before I did, maybe I’m not the weird one here.“I got totally hot watching him,” whoops, let that slip.“Did you, like, see his cock?”“Well duh, he was wanking, so yeah, I saw it.”I didn’t mean that to sound quite so sarcastic, but this conversation isn’t moving in the direction I expected.“So, does he have a nice cock?”Okayyyy, definitely moving to a weird. Now standing at the Henderson train station on a bright warm sunny day in a bright yellow PVC raincoat looking like a sex worker. A group of older men leer at her long legs and her bare ass cheeks framed by her underwear as she bends over at the waist to supposedly adjust the strap on her jimmy choos.The train arrives. As she boards the train the men follow her on to the carriage and sit near her. They talk about the Blues match they are travelling to see this afternoon. The man sitting next to. There were two handles for lifting and a circular base for placing on a flat surface."Uh, thanks for the spaghetti strainer, Mom." It's not a spaghetti strainer, silly." It's a spaghetti strainer." It couldn't be anything else."Well, I suppose it could be used for that but it's not a spaghetti strainer." What is it then?" It's a communication helmet. You put it on and then you can talk to your father wherever he is in the galaxy." Betsy pretended to put a hat on her head as if to give her son.