Naked, except for those semi-sheer socks you did not take off,
you withdraw your toes (the fabric that sheathed them now
very wet) from my mouth, to descend my bare flesh and pause at my
eager circlers, and then on to my pleasurer to glide---gently and
repeatedly---over his seamstring, until he releases his sweetness
(with neither hesitation nor prudish inhibitions remaining to
interfere). I was amazed by your sense of timing, and your
attention so highly focused upon my pleasure, a maturity you
regularly demonstrate, despite your nineteen years' youthfulness.