Quelques Extraits...
''Il était vieux. Né adulte, le coeur froid, jamais capable de s'attendrir, de s'envoler, de rêver, de lever ses esprits du sol, de quitter le monde pour des moments d'extase et tout oublier comme je le faisais moi. Il n'avait pas trop confiance en l'Homme. Il ne pouvait s'émerveiller devant un repas, un vêtement, un film, une idée. Seules mes pipes le faisaient gémir de plaisir en lui trayant longuement la queue de son jus avec amour et ardeur. C'est cette queue circoncise toujours si agile qui lui avait valu d'être dénoncé gamin dans son école de Cracovie de sa Pologne natale. ''
''He was an old man. Born already an adult, never capable of being emotionally moved, to fly way or dream, lift up his spirit off the ground or forget the world for pleasures to make it better the way I could. He did not trust Men. And could not go wild in front of a nice meal, a clothe, a movie, an idea. Only my blow jobs could let a few sighs of his go as I would for a long time milk the juice from his cock with love and fervour. It is that nimble circumcised cock of his that had denounced him as a child on that day the teacher asked him to undo his trousers while attending classes in the Crackow school of his native Poland. ''
''He was an old man. Born already an adult, never capable of being emotionally moved, to fly way or dream, lift up his spirit off the ground or forget the world for pleasures to make it better the way I could. He did not trust Men. And could not go wild in front of a nice meal, a clothe, a movie, an idea. Only my blow jobs could let a few sighs of his go as I would for a long time milk the juice from his cock with love and fervour. It is that nimble circumcised cock of his that had denounced him as a child on that day the teacher asked him to undo his trousers while attending classes in the Crackow school of his native Poland. ''
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