Withholding, the Beast savours the moment and, anticipating impending sensations, gains strength until, incapable of further resistance, it is drawn i...nto a soft, moist, sheath of sublime sensation. Immersed in damp desire, caressed by folds of sensitive flesh the Beast descends slowly, exploring new or familiar surroundings. The Beast is on a quest, in search of the holy grail, the illusive Grafenberg or simply striving to achieve a climax of mutual pleasure of sweet sensation and extreme. And I sat in my cousin's house, keeping her company while her parents were away. Everything wore the air of an anticlimax."Hey, cheer up!" Veronica leaned over the table and pinched my cheek. "You're not going to cry, are you?" No," I said firmly, but I wondered whether I would or not. She got up from her chair and walked over to squat beside me. Her arm went around my waist and she drew me to her."I know, too many experiences in too short a time. Well, don't you worry, you've got a friend in. She stared at him as he looked back at her. She felt his thigh shaking under her hand. “Fine,” Katie sighed as she took a sip from her wine glass and cleared her voice, “I would have sucked their cocks.”Fred’s eyes widened, “Anything else?” as he poured the bottle of wine into their glasses.Katie’s eyes narrowed, “I’m not sure what you want me to say.”“You know the stories you read? Just tell me a story like that but if it was your perspective.” He stared into her eyes as she looked back at. Four hours later the tree was gone, the weeds had been mowed to lawn length and raked up and the flower beds cleaned out and ready for planting. Morgan was more than pleased.He called Blake in and said, “That’s enough for today. If you strip out of those filthy clothes I’ll throw them in the washing machine while you take a shower.”Blake said, “I don’t think you’ll get these rags clean, but you might get some of the stink out.”Morgan motioned for Blake to follow him. He went down the hall to.