After a day or two, she sends me a text, there ?. I responded am sorry, she winked enough of your good guy drama, meet me at my flat tonight 9 with tw... beers and few smiles of a wink.I was awestruck. I bought a condom and two beers of Corona’s that evening back from work and got dressed and was at her flat sharp by 9, I knocked the door I found a note down, key below the mat, open and walk in my love.I was on cloud nine seeing those, she was in a white pale transparent shirt that covered. That I was a gay cocksucker and there was no going back. I really enjoyed it so much. Then he pulled me onto the bed facing him... both of us kneeling... I kept looking down focused on the cocks as I was still too nervous to look at him in the face. He took my cock in his hand started rubbing his cock against it. Then he put his foreskin over my cut cock head and started pushing backwards and forwards over it. This felt so nice... I really let myself enjoy it. He then put his face against. It was semi hard and looked and smelled clean. She decided to reach out and stroke it some. As she did it got harder and she decided to give it a little taste. She licked it and sucked the head in her mouth. The guy attached to it groaned. She decided she wasn't going to fuck this one but instead give this guy a nice blowjob. She was able to get most of this cock in her mouth and down her throat some. She would alternate between stoking and sucking. This guy wasn't going to last long. When. She drew her newspaper out of her bag and tried to make a start on the crossword. The coffee arrived after a couple of minutes and she nibbled away and sipped, trying to make sense out of the cryptic clues. Today was obviously not a good one for her brain and she made slow progress.After twenty minutes she began to wonder if she had perhaps mistaken the name of the café and looked again at the letter. NO. No mistake, but this was a long wait!Just as she was beginning to think something had gone.