Not Poles. Humans. Humans of many colors, many cultures. Humans who had come to see the world in many different ways, yet were still at their core the... same.And why he found parts of this world so strange.Kikker dwelling were one such strangeness. They were human. That was the problem, as His Grace saw it. The buildings were constructed exactly as humans would do so. Exactly, in fact, as the Polish built them. No special flourishes which indicated some aspect of their culture, no design which. “Is that nice?” I nodded and she carried on licking my tip. I began thrusting myself forward, and she picked up on the hint, wrapping her lips around my dick and sliding them right to the base taking my whole length in her throat. I almost my blew my load on her tonsils. This was amazing. She slid her mouth back to the tip and carried on working just the first few inches of me while her right hand worked the rest. Her left hand gently massaged my balls and I was in a state of euphoria. This was. I won't hurt you so don'tworry. Here sit down next to me." Odd for a tough biker but I felt safefor some reason. I sat down as he reached around a started kissing me,sweetly or passionately but not as a sex crazed maniac I was expecting.I kissed him back enjoying the feeling. He played with my tits, pulledoff my shirt, unclasped my bra and licked me all over, focusing on myerect nipples. I moaned from the pleasure. His movements were very slow,very deliberate, very sensuous. Strange for a. Shepromised to be on hand to give Paula some support at the go-kartingclub.That night, Paula went to bed feeling anxious. She felt as thoughgetting that jacket, beating the time set by Alan might be beyond her.When she got up, she didn't feel good."Happy birthday sweetheart," said Laura as she arrived in the kitchen."Why so glum?" I'm not sure if I can beat that time today," she sighed."Look, you must accept that winning isn't everything. You do lose nowand again," said Laura. "Now just eat.