In less than a minute he came back with a small dish. “What’s that,” I asked? “Come over here and see,” he said, setting the dish on... the desk. I walked over to where he was standing and saw that he had put a big dollop of what looked like Crisco in it. When I laughed, he spoke up again. “Give me a chance. I’ll get you so greased up and ready that you’ll be fine.” “I’m still not sure about this Andros,” I said. Not being able to take no for an answer, he stepped behind. Then one day she wanted a picture of my penis which after some time she also started to touch and gently stroke without me having an orgasm. So we took those pictures and taking the advantage of the situation I asked her please to give me an orgasm. Her gentle hands did a fine job and my sperm, partly slimy and partly very thick went out into the wide world. With amazing eyes and not knowing what she saw it was again a great experience for her but as I felt she liked what she saw. Again much. I told her this but she carried on, I could feel the head of my prick swelling and could feel every movement of my foreskin over it as she stroked my shaft with her petite hand. I was in heaven. She pulled me towards her to kiss me, and in doing so pulled my cock into the fabric of her bikini bottoms. My cock pushed the fabric into her pussy with it as it sunk in a tiny way. She whimpered, and it was so sexy I came. I looked down and saw my spunk shoot onto her bikini leaving a while patch. I. I did not think that 'combobulated' was even a word – but it should be. Its meaning seems clear. It's that state of mind before 'discombobulation' sets in ... English is a very strange language. Arti and I had a brief discussion about discombobulation, combobulation and recombobulation."Huh?" Zeus said.He was clearly in the discombobulation stage again."Don't worry about it, dear. It's just girl talk," Arti laughed as she patted his head.That motion, slight as it was, must have sent a strong.