And then somewhere between staring at tits and staring at more tits I got a text message from my mate. Nothing out of the ordinary, asking if I'd like...to meet up with him in the park, by the old shed up the back. I replied saying "Of course! I'll bring my football. See you then". And with that I got dressed and left.I stood around for 5 minutes before texting my mate, asking him where he was. He replied by saying "Inside, where else would I be?" I thought to my self that this was rather odd as. “It sounded pretty dismal.” Shirley and Frank both nodded agreement.Shirley reached out and patted her friend’s hand again. “And that’s why we really wanted to get to know you, way back when. We wanted to be friends, and it turned out we became great friends!”The first meeting between the Boscows and the Grahams had gone, as Lauren had mentioned to Gary later that afternoon, “So good it was scary!” When Shirley and Frank had invited him to bring his parents over the week before, he had simply. We’d drink coffee, discuss our work, occasionally visit somewhere, cook together, and stay up late with a bottle of wine. In many ways, not dissimilar to when we were students. But at its heart, the problem Natalie wanted my help with stemmed from before I met her. A hereditary condition left Natalie with minimal strength and manoeuvrability in her legs: although she could stand and walk, it was painful, and outside her flat she always used a powered chair. In ten years, I think I’d known her. "Lisa sucked me a dozen times before we made love," he said. "She was a great cocksucker, better than you I bet," he suggested.I didn't answer I just sucked him deeper and did more things for him. I nursed on it like a baby would have. He responded by moaning. I found that I wanted him to cum."You are going to be my new slut aren't you baby?" he asked.I couldn't let go of his massive penis to answer so I nodded."I'm going to come here everyday and allow you to worship my dick," he said. "Would.