Perhaps it was my being overwhelmed by the referral, the shower, and eating his cock and cum that allowed me to simply go with it. As I spurted my man...juice, he pulled my cock out of his mouth and aimed it at his face. With his hand controlling the direction of spray, he seemed to get exactly what he wanted.After my orgasm subsided, I looked down at him - face glistening like the surface of a glazed doughnut. It was great to see, and feel. Up and up I pulled him, so his face was next to mine.. . There I was, at work early in the cold and the frost, and the automatic timer hadn't worked yet again and my office was like a refrigerator. Being a dispatcher for a small transport company in a small country town in the middle of nowhere had lost a lot of it's appeal over the months and I was giving my continued employment in this field considerable, and critical, thought.As usual, it being a Monday, a number of my drivers had reported in that they weren't fit to work and, the fact that I. We talked about dating each other, how good we would be together. But neither of us wanted to ruin a great friendship. Tonight might mean the end of our friendship as I know it. He was drunk, I had only had a couple of shots. I shouldn't have let it go any farther than him pulling up my shirt. I should have known better. But I have wanted to taste his kisses for a long time now, so I figured it would stop at that. But it didn't. He allowed me to pull him down and kiss him. Bite his neck and. For you any girl would do? Is it na? She used to say. Be careful otherwise these villagers would kill you. In my house every day Toddy (country liquor) would be delivered at around 6 PM in big pot by the village toddy shop owner. The man used to keep it in verandah and take the pot the next morning. My uncle who was very fond of me used to keep 1 glass in the pot and take the rest away for himself and my father. I used to consume the same on the sly. Toddy gives you good kick more than that it.