.." Rose Ann began, then started laughing hysterically. She almost regained control of herself but then started laughing again.I got disgusted at bein... laughed at and left the bedroom with peels of laughter hastening my steps. Deciding I needed a drink I was in the kitchen mixing a bourbon and coke when Rose Ann appeared. Joining me in the kitchen she began mixing a drink for herself. Raising my glass, I asked, "Wanna get potted again?" If that's British for as drunk as I was before? Fuck no!. Once she had recovered she started to return the favour, she unbuttoned my jeans and freed my already throbbing, hard cock. She took hold of it firmly and rubbed her hand slowly up and down the full length of it while we kissed, then she kissed her way round to my ear and whispered "you keep look out, i'll be back in a minute" with that she went down and licked the tip of my cock while still rubbing it. After about a minute she tried to take my full length in her mouth, it felt amazing, so warm. I've changed names and locations and obvious embellished some of the background, and the ending is mine (since I don't know what the real ending is). While it seems unreal, this is reality.It was a guy I met while at a conference in the great North West a few years back. We got drunk – or at least I did -, traded bullshit and then, when I asked why he was single, he told me this incredible story. I'm in two minds about whether it's all true and whether I should actually document it, but as many. ‘Any time. I just wish I could do more.’ Steph looks up at Tiffany and she sees a slightly odd look in her red-rimmed eyes. She’s not sure what it is but changes the subject. ‘Why don’t we take a swim? It’s a beautiful day out there.’ Tiffany is eager to leave both their pasts behind that day. ‘Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll go home and change.’ Steph leaves and Tiffany changes into a bikini before heading outside. The sky is clear and the sun is blazing. She knows she will be in the water a lot.