It was news to me now that he was an expert on masturbation. Then she caught me off guard. “Do you have wet dreams, Andy?” I admitted, sheepish...ly, that I did (not knowing that I actually hadn’t had one yet). “Good!” she said, and I was a bit surprised at her reaction. “It’s okay, Andy,” she added quickly, seeing my confusion. “It’s not a sin to have a wet dream. In fact, wet dreams are God’s way of relieving boys from the temptation of masturbation.”It all seems like Irish Catholic mumbo. I took the other hand and massaged his balls as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. The scent of me and him together is very hot. I could taste me on him. He already had pre cum leaking from the head of his cock I took my tongue and licked it all up. I opened wide and took his manhood deep in my mouth. I licked my lips and got his cock slick and wet and guided him all the way in. I went deep and I didn't stop until his cock was buried in my throat. He practically jumped out of the. Mostly because I might have to correct any problems that arise, but also because it helps me understand how you think while you’re focused on a spell. The more I know about you, the more you benefit from what I teach you.” He pointed at my glass. “Now drink up. I’m sure the pressure will ease with each swallow.”I wanted to argue, but held my tongue instead. I had no reason to dispute anything he said. I just didn’t like his attitude. I poured a second glass and started drinking again. With each. God, in a place like this so many things could go wrong! And I can really feel the sense of evil in this museum.“Please to follow,” said Mr. Gonzales, “We will begin with a short film describing the history of the Spanish Inquisition.”Tracey gazed at Mr. Chambers and whispered softly in his ear.“Do I have to go and watch this stuff? Do I even have to go on the tour of this place? It’s horrible!”Mr Chambers looked at her and laughed.“Tracey, what’s wrong with you? This is a museum! And Senor.