"What about this girl? Do you know her? Will she talk?" I know her. Her name is Jill, she almost came on the trip to Rome with us and, no, she won't s...y anything. She's got sort of a thing for Ms. Wilde, so we're good for now." What do you mean, 'for now'?" I mean that she's really into it and she's having a lot of fun. But if Ms. Wilde were to dump her, or hurt her feelings somehow, then who knows?" Bridget explained. "And there's something else." What else?"Bridget shrugged. It was hard to. I’d long given up on why the gorgeous, dark haired pop starlet wanted to fuck me. Whether it was just a dose of good karma on my part, an actual reward for helping her out, or maybe she just wanted to satisfy an urge and I was the lucky guy who gets to, hopefully, do that and then some. Hell, I didn’t even care at this point, only pleasure rushing to my thoughts the moment she gripped my cock and started stroking me. ‘Fuck me! Didn’t fucking think you’d be packing something…’ Charli said with a. My mouthgot dry and my legs were shaking as I walked along side her.She was smiling and very friendly. "Hi, George. How are you thisevening?"It didn't take long to figure out that she had been drinking. I didn'tcare because she seemed to be more relaxed than I'd ever seen in ourbrief interludes in the past.I almost cried as she touched my arm."You're going to have to help me, George. I'm a little drunk tonight."Her smile was incredible. Then she leaned closer and kissed my cheek.As we walked. "My pussy was still tingling from my recent orgasm and I experienced a minor aftershock when he said that causing me to moan and give his thick shaft a friendly little squeeze. I began slowly running my fist up his length when a bead of clear fluid emerged from the tip of his cock, dropping into a silvery string that I quickly intercepted with my tongue, dipping my head down to catch it, and then following it back to it's source, licking the head of his cock.As I swirled my tongue around his.