“I think you need some Dutch courage Greg. Can I get you a Scotch or something?” “Yeah, straight please. Better make it a double,” he said. Ge...ma looked at Greg minutely, as if she was studying an exhibit. Laura just beamed at him, keen to get on with it. Greg downed his whiskey in one go and passed me the tumbler back. “So this is the deal Greg. My friend Gemma here needs some assistance with her blow job techniques.” Laura sniggered, probably at my choice of words, but what else could I say?. "Chief Deputy my hair is so thin that when it gets wet it looks like a wet mop. I am not joking it looks like shit. It was wet for three days straight and I just lost patience with it. I have decided to let it grow back, but only to about an inch in length. That's why I need the knit cap and the larger ball hat," I said."Someone said you were thinking about a tat for your scalp?" he asked."I thought about it, but I want my hair about an inch and that would hide the tat," I explained."I can. Reaching up, she grabbed Larry’s dick, and pulled it back to her mouth. She noisily slurped on the fat head as she tried to look up at him through watery eyes. His obvious surprise at her eagerness made her grin as she ran her tongue from the bottom of his head up across the tip to collect a bead of precum. In response to her own assault on his flared head, Larry released her hair, letting her take more of him back into his mouth. Stan had been longer than Larry, but Larry was thicker by far,. When she turned around, still under the table, she saw his hand adjust the tent in his pants.“I saw that,” she teased.“Ha, did you want to see more?” He laughed.Her hand grabbed his chair, inches away from his bulge. “Is that an invitation?”He quickly zipped and pulled down his pants. Through his boxers, she saw the outline of his thick cock. He tucked the band of his boxers below his balls, and she moved her face toward him. Looking up, she saw him staring at her. He saw her eyes move from his.