“What kind of lube do you want?" "G-god, I don't KNOW," I stammer, blushing furiously. "Just pick one." He smiles cheekily, eyes sparkling with mischief as I'm standing there, half naked and DYING. 'That little fuck is really enjoying this,' I think affectionately, as he chooses a jar with a saucy grin and bats his eyelashes at me. "So, what did you find?" He grins wickedly. "Banana custard!" "Absolutely NOT!" I shout, and he grins. "Just kidding. Penis colada?--oops." He blushes, and I roar with laughter. "Was that a Freudian slip, My Love?” MatthiasTimothyBanana CustardThe Scent Of Jasmine Book:The Scent Of Jasmine Source: The Scent Of Jasmine