At the end, we slammed down our glasses at precisely the same time. “I win!” we both shouted at the same time, but it was more instinct than convi...tion. It was clear that it was a dead heat. I suggested a rematch but instantly regretted it, feeling that I had more than reached my tequila intake limit for a weekday afternoon. “No, ” he said, shaking his head and trying to dab his lips daintily with a napkin. “So what are you suggesting?” I asked. “We were both winners, yet both losers. I think. I’ve been rubbing against you partly because it gives me pleasure, but mostly because I want you to like me. So I’m doing something I think you’ll like to get you to like me. While you’re fondling Janey’s tit because you want to make her happy and don’t care if she likes you or not. Janey and Marie are playing with my tits because they like me and want me to be happy, while expecting nothing from me in return. It’s not what’s done that’s important, but the reason behind it and what you expect. Tossing the notes in his hands aside, he grabbed the cell phone and decided enough time had been wasted. He enjoyed talking with Samantha more than he would like to admit and was looking forward in hearing the sweet sound of her voice shortly. Gabe dialed up to her and waited. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hey short stop.’ He was greeted with a soft laugh that was as warm as that August evening. His body started to stir at the sound. ‘Hello Mr. Russell. You obviously didn’t get marred by bears last night.’ Trying. The taste of my pre-cum served only to arouse me further and to reinforce my devotion to her.“Victoria, oh, oh my god, you are so, please, Victoria, oh god,” I continued as my tongue licked slavishly.My girl like voice echoed about the hallway as she reached down and, once again, pinched my nose ring between her fingers before pulling me back to my feet. After slapping my clitty-cock spitefully with her free hand, she began dragging me from the hallway and into the lounge. She glanced at me.