| Monday, June 7, 2010, 11:57:00 AM |
"Did you or did you not?" that is the question I was asked in a PM I found this morning from someone who pointed out that "the plot thickens and so does a certain part of my anatomy as I wait to hear more". So good to know that literature can still change the world - and if only that it affects and moves certain anatomical parts. I did, is the short answer. The long answer for those who have time to read goes as follows: Saturday came and with it Aldo. I guess hardly anyone remembers that on my Polterabend, the evening before my wedding, the girls had presented me with a photo of Aldo's cock, to have something to hold to should there be times in my married state when I forgot what cocks can look like (I never did). I had showed it to Beatrix so she knew what was coming her way and this had definitely quickened her heart-rate. I must say time also affects Aldo. He has put on weight considerably in the last two years (who hasn't) and so he reminded me a little of a lazy old tom-cat (Aldo is not old, though). He was visibly pleased to see me again and his embrace was heartfelt and warm. I had told him on the phone of course that I would bring Beatrix and what I thought she would like to experience. And as Aldo is a dear and cannot say no to me, I knew he would comply - with his usual condition, mind you: that he could also have me. |
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