“I guess I just don’t get why you won’t move in here with me, it would make things so much simpler. You’re here all the time and there’s ple...ty of space,” I attempted to reason with her. In the grand scheme of things, seven months was not a particularly long time. I understood this. But, things just felt right between us and I was certain I knew what I wanted. And, it’s not as if this was the first time I had broached the idea.“I know, baby. But, I like having a place of my own. It’s close to. Drinks, chatting, socialising. Everyone else in the room is oblivious. But I know. I’m wet. I’m waiting. I can hardly wait.My husband. His friend. Both wanting me, and me wanting them. The night gets late and people start to leave. Finally, we are alone. I’m told I haven't been a good hostess. I’m grabbed by my hair, and my mouth is pushed onto our final guest’s hard cock. My hands are held behind my back.I suck, I lick, my mouth is watering…He’s moaning and pushing his cock towards the back of. "Oh I'm going out with this boy I've beenseeing for a little while." she said not even lookingup at me. The fucking bitch, look at her sitting there like butterwouldn't melt in her mouth. She put down her cup of tea and started to turn the page ofthe magazine she had been gazing at with such intent. I grabbedher by the arm just under her shoulder and dragged her toher feet so that she faced me. Still her eyes wouldn'tmeet mine so I took my other hand and slapped her across thecheek before. The walk back to the house was about fifteen minutes. If saving a girls life was not enough for the day, carrying her back to her house on his back was even more tiring. But for Joey, the most awkward part of all was being in close proximity to a girl for the first time. Even though she was out for the count, still she was able to leave strong lasting effects on Joey. The river had completely soaked their clothes and this resulted in Joey being able to feel the skin of the girl against his own.