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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Xylem -- Uther
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Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 01:10:23 -0500
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Xylem
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com
MF oral

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"You take care of the top. I can deal with these."
"Look at that. What have we here?"
"Now, step back."
"My daddy always told me, 'don't sweat the petty things.' It follows
logically that. . . ."
"Well, I'm not about to tell him. 'Don't ask; don't tell.' I want to make
little Jeff happy, not make Daddy  unhappy. I never tell him anything. He
probably thought I was a virgin until I moved in with you."
"You think, Jeff? Let's see."
"It certainly doesn't taste like sweat -- bitter, really."
"Somehow, when you pet dogs, they lie down. He's much less obedient."
"Talking of lying down, would you mind? This kneeling gets uncomfortable."
"Our pleasure. This is much more comfortable. And now he's standing up like
a tree."
 . . .
"Strange tree, though. The nuts are at the root."
"I'm being gentle. I just think they're cute. Don't tell me you don't like
that; he does."
"He feels like wood underneath, but the skin is so loose. I dunno. Even
where I'm fat, my skin isn't that  loose."
"They move; it's not only the skin that moves over them."
"I like that. Now, kiss the other one."
"It's not your lips' birthday we're celebrating, though. It's not even
yours. It's his."
"Um. . . .  I may not have been there, but I'm pretty sure that you didn't
leave him in your momma when you popped out."
"There, birthday boy. Have I been neglecting you? It's all Jeff's fault.
I"ll make it up with a kiss."
"I'll be careful. I don't want to end it yet. But he's so hard and so soft
at the same time."
 . . .
"You like them. D'you think he'd like them too?"
"And they like him."
"Yess. With all the moisture you left on them, this is nice and smooth."
 . . .
"I think it's time for me to climb the tree."
"Yeah! He's eager. Stop jittering. I'll go down; no need for you to go up."
"Lovely. So warm, so firm, so full."
 . . .
"Y'know, when I move like this, he rubs just the right place."
"Yes, Jeff. Right there. I'm almost there."
"Outside and inside, it's all sweet."
"Ohhh. . . . Jeff. . . Oooh!"
"Was it okay for you too? Then I'm getting off."
"It was okay for you."
"Well, it was mostly you. You can't complain that it runs out when I'm like
that."
"He's cute like that -- looks cuddly."
"Well, I'm not going to cuddle him 'til you wash him off."
 . . .
"You are cute, and Daddy cleaned you up nice."
"So sweet, he deserves a kiss. Mmm."
 . . .
"Really, he's more fun in my mouth like this. But I need to lick the whole
length while it isn't so much
 length."
"Somebody has come back to life."
"Mmmmm. A kiss of welcome to Lazarus."
 . . .
"I'll be back. It's really easier to breathe like this."
"And his response to my breath is easier to see. Y'know, that gives a new
meaning to the words, 'blow job.'"
"It's not torture. Using my teeth would be torture. This is just a bit of
suspense."
"Very well."
 . . .
"He's lasting quite well. You, on the other  hand, keep writhing."
"I'll hold him up while I investigate the roots of the tree."
"He's too big for that. I'll just suck the plum."
"You're close. I can tell."
"Well, of course. You don't want me to end this, do you>"
"Really? Do you think he wants me to end it, too?"
"Very well. Since you ask so nicely."
"Mmmm."
 . . .
"Ja bo? . . . Did you both enjoy your birthday?"
"I don't mind the taste of you. I'd rather not taste me."
"I'm glad. Happy birthday. I enjoyed myself too."

The end
Xylem
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com

My thanks to Denny for editing this.
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