So,
if you'll recall, I was relating what we'll refer to as The Re-awakening of Gravdigr...
On the night in question (Oh What a Night), during the preliminaries, I was, shall we say, having an intense and deeply stimulating conversation with 'a little man in a boat'. This was
not a short chat folks. I'd been wanting to have this particular conversation for like twelve-fifteen
YEARS. Anyway, during the conversation, whenever she 'neared the top of the mountain', I would not let her actually
reach the top of said mountain. I would stop 'talking', and go back to the
slooooow circular rub. I lost count how many times this happened. When, finally, I let her get to the mountaintop (I call this "Mountaintop Removal Mining") she says "Oh, he's not gonna stop!!"
I liked that.
Now, I told you that, to tell you this:
Last night, she stops in for a visit. After we sent mom-and-popdigr to their room, she climbs onto my lap and proceeds to give me the mother of all lapdances. People, I have
never been this turned on when everyone involved had their clothes on. What was, at first, unconcealable stirrings, soon turned into a fully engorged, blue-veined throbber. I'm wearing thin cotton shorts, so there's no hiding
anything. She reaches up the leg of my shorts, takes matters into hand and says "Looks like
you're ready!"
And then she left.
