I leaned forward and licked his helmet, running my tongue up and down his shaft he was moaning and talking in a foreign language, obviously his own to...ngue. I carried on licking from eye to balls before I touched him, licking and nibbling his balls he was thrusting as I came up cock from his sac towards his helmet.Clenching my fist around his small cock I pulled his foreskin up and down as I licked him, he thrusted with every motion, wanking him slowly with all his cock in my mouth and my tongue. ‘Does he cry? Do falcons cry?’ ‘No,no dear, not most but this falcon is different. He does cry as he searches for a love he has not found. He cries as the wind spirits pull him this way and push him that way and then lift him to the sky’. ‘How do you know he cries, Pa?’ ‘I feel him cry, little one. I have never seen Falcon’s tears but I have seen the sparkle of the sun in his clear, wet eyes and sometimes a sparkling trail behind him if the sun is just right.’ ‘If he cries, Pa, what happens to. I lent towards the bar just pressing my cock against your tight ass when i felt you push back a little. you turned and gave me this dirty little smile and said should you being doing that with that ring on your finger, i was a little taken back but i replied sometimes life gets the better of you. i asked you where your boyfriend was and you said i don't have time for a boyfriend. i said 'a sexy girl like you must have a boyfriend' to which you replied 'i get all the cock i need and if you want. “Erm okay!” I think as you start to moan your delight at having this violation which I can see now, is definitely not a first. “You like having your arse fucked Andy?” I ask you actually rather excitedly because the sight of it disappearing almost entirely into you is really quite arousing me. Submissive men don’t really do it for me as a rule and when you start to rock yourself back and forth I raise my eyebrows and vow silently never to entertain you again. “Yes” you cry like a girl and I.