Of their own free will my hands wander. It’s hard to control them. They want to present you to my eyes and mouth. I will love to wash you with my tongue. Slowly, gently, lovingly then inching you into the palm of my hands. You are tall and strong, erect as my fingers explore and slide through your pubic hair like an ant at a picnic table. Your pubic hair sprouts and curls from you. I imagine you like a tree, tall mighty, hovering, heavy and fruitful bearing with good fruit. I’m so engrossed in your masculinity I feel like I’m neglecting your balls which I can’t wait to suck and lick. And yes without hesitation you can flow your pearly beads all over my neck and breast. Splash me, cover me, let it shower me in my nipples and down my stomach into my navel where it circles my belly ring. Yes indeed this is what I want for my hands of will.