Willie
So many lecherous weekend afternoons by the pool. So much ice.
With my freed p***s pointing skyward, only a bucket of freezing slush will bring it down to a state of flaccidity. I hate it that every cherished moment of freedom for my neglected organ is followed by immersion into a bucket of coldness. There, p***s and testicles numb and shrink until Miss Chloes dainty fingers can gather my loose foreskin and return the bent brass nail to lock my poor p***s back in place.
Increasing humidity and the hours of the setting sun tell me that the summer is waning. September approaches. Recently Miss Lenore has taken to reading aloud from a book on marine biology as she straddles the divine face of a naked Miss Chloe.
I listen, hooded, with my freed p***s providing amusing diversion as
