He said she swallows almost every time.Hearing the story he told me, it actually really turned me on. He continuously begged me not to tell her that h... told me. I agreed not to say anything. Felt weird basically saying I wouldn’t confront my girlfriend about her letting my best friend fuck her without saying anything to me. But I said I should ‘catch’ her so she doesn’t think you told. We vaguely made a plan to have us three hangout and spend the night, and if she tries to sleep with him, I’ll. Ben was my father’s brother – and his antithesis. While my father, the older of the two, grew up as the straight laced southern gentleman of the romance novels, his brother Ben was the wild, party-child that made his mother roll her eyes just about every day. Ben was two years younger than my father, but was more intelligent, more athletic, more charming, more of everything that a woman could want in a man. He was my role model in life, everything that I ever wanted to be. In fact, I even. “Number 169, where are you?” Darin asked again.A moment later a loud voice yelled, “That’s my number!” Everyone looked towards the source of the voice, it was Thor.He walked onto the stage handing Darin the ticket stub who showed it to Bobbie. Karen began to laugh, “Does Bobbie realize just how big Thor’s cock is?”“We saw him fuck you here at your birthday party but I don’t know if Bobbie has seen his cock,” Wendy mentioned.“I didn’t actually think I’d win, I was just buying tickets to support. Still, I have found ‘the man of mystery’ ploy useful in pulling the birds in the past! ‘Oooooo! Are you a spy?’ I drew my finger across my throat in a silent answer. ‘Hurrrumph!’ was her contemptuous reply. Bronwyn turned away and left me to admire the tight, indignant jiggle of her buttocks as she stomped off. But for the rest of the time, whenever our eyes met, she smiled and gave me a surreptitious little wave. I had made progress! And when it was time to leave, she came to stand with us.