"I'm camping at the campground just over the dunes, and I have a small motorhome, so not only is it my camp, it's also my transportation. That's the b...ad thing about a motorhome... you either have to walk, or haul along other transportation, or break camp every time you need to go someplace." "Well since I helped drink up your supply, I could take you to the store on my bike if you want. I've only had a couple so I can ride safely, but after that I had better give it some time to get out of my. He loved to serve her to feel her shudder under the ministrations of his tongue. He felt almost like a man when he serviced her this way. He always held the hope that she would allow him sexual intercourse. She hadn’t yet.She patted his head when she wanted him up. He knelt in front of her, eyes looking at her beautiful feet. She spoke to him with kindness. "This is all very hard for you isn’t it sissy?" "Yes Mistress, I don’t even feel like a man anymore". "The girls at work think of me as one. The problem was that I didn’t want it rough I need it. I wasn’t happy or excited without it. As he held me against the wall I felt my breathes came fast as he stared into my eyes. His mouth smashed against mine and his tongue forced its way in my mouth. When he pulled back I saw a glint in his eyes that I had never seen before. His breath brushed against my skin as he neared my ear. “It’s been a very long day and I need a blow job.” I felt the power of his voice sinking into me lighting a fire. Her hot tongue wrapped around his swollen sac, laving and lapping. She lifted his balls and licked under them, then she slurped them into her mouth and gave them a thorough sucking, her attention to detail exquisite, her face transfigured as she savored his delicious ball meat. She began to run her tongue up his stalk with long, fluid sweeps, lapping him from root to knob. She sighed as the tasty delicacy registered on her tongue. The tip of her tongue touched his cock-head, drew back, and.