I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This was the late 1970’s, and “shaving” or even “trimming” wasn’t known to most of us — perhaps only underwear models, so I had nothing to feel embarrassed about — at least not in those days. Indian Sex There were rocking chairs, and recliners facing the stove creating a “hypotenuse” of sorts. They sure won’t be kind to him, and the longer he stayed with me, the worse it would be. too tired and sore to even make it to bed, chatting and joking, and laughing with each other. I wasn’t, and still am not an extremely hairy person. I stopped when I got to his ass, and rubbed my hands all over his cheeks, then coming around the front, to feel his cock, which was once again at attention. He lifted one foot, and I slipped one leg of the jeans over it, and then the same with the other. When I brought him up into my mouth this next time, however, he grabbed my head by the hair, with a hand on each side of my head.
