However much the situation galled her, she kept gazing back at him, trying to make her impact.“Construction work keeps me here right now,” he expl...ined, “and gigs like this one. But English babes like you two are my reason for sticking around. You girls have gotta come see the band play. We’ve got a London gig coming up.”“What are you called?” Libby asked.“The Devil’s Rejects.”She laughed along with Sasha.“Yeah, and we play like that sounds. Down and dirty rock and roll. You’re gonna come hear. She switched back and forth between gently rubbing with the palm of her hand and just barely scraping her nails across the sensitive skin.“Before I touch your cock and you completely lose control, I want to clarify a few things. I am doing this to help you have some fun through a stressful week, but if your blue balls are too distracting and are creating more problems than they are solving, let me know and I will drain them for you,” she said grabbing my balls tightly around the base and. We liked each others’ company a lot in childhood and spent a lot of time chit chatting. In those days having one mobile phone at home was luxury. So we were not connected by phone. But I must say she changed drastically, that’s why I could not recognize her. After sometime when I searched her at the gathering I saw her looking at me.When we had eye contact she waved and started walking towards me. I waved back but my heart was pounding heavily because she was looking very hot and it was getting. When they walked into the living room, I was sitting in a single stuffed chair that matched our sofa. I did not get up or shake his hand. My wife introduced us both to each other. Kenny and my wife sat on the sofa. I was not surprised that she would pick a guy that looked like he did. Looking back at it, he was a good looking guy, and someone I'd probably could have been friends with had he not been fucking my wife. We talked for a while, before my wife asked if we wanted something to.