Her name is not important, nor her looks. She has yet a part to play in this series of events. My close relationship with the Blonde got me invited to...her crazy house parties, where men were scarce and girls fierce. I couldn't care less about the abundance of pussy present there. All I wanted was her, I wanted her more than my next breath. At the party which occurred on a chilly November evening, in a beat up apartment way off in the suburbs of the city I got extremely drunk. The pain was. She moved towards me on the bed, sat down and lay me on my back, beginning to kiss me all over. I thought that I was going to show her a thing or two — but I was all wrong on that count. Mom swarmed all over me, like a bee to honey and it was so sexy to see her darker skin against mine, her dark hair co-mingled with my blonde hair, both our legs long and sleek, we wrapped around each other and stiletto tips caught the light as we tasted each other. Mom and I were in a sixty-nine in short order,. I was ready to do anything for her at that moment; I was cursing my cousin for getting married to such an amazing girl. She got me out of my thoughts with seductive voice and asked me to do special arrangements for her “Golden Night” she wanted to have a secluded place decorated as a starry night and she wanted to capture that night for her memories so she wanted a video camera and she knew I have a video camera.I gave my video camera to her and told her that I know a beautiful place which I’ll. I had no idea why I had pressed the button. No plan. I couldn't believe I had done that."Er... miss?" the man behind me finally spoke up, obviously wondering the same thing I was, "Is there something wrong?" Suddenly, panic gripped me and all I wanted to do was apologize profusely and restart the elevator. But for some reason I didn't."Can I give you a blow job?" As I continued to look straight ahead of me, I could not believe I had just said that to a complete stranger."Ex-excuse me?" I heard.