Just watching some TV. Why?" Just wondered," she said. The phone went quiet. "So...?" I asked. "What else?" Nothing," she replied. "Just thinking abou... you." Really? What were you thinking?" Just that you make me horny."I smiled and felt a stirring inside my jeans. "You make me horny too," I replied. "Are you alone?" Stacy asked. "Yeah. Why?" I asked. She went quiet again. "You wanna come round?" I asked. "I've got some beers." Okay," she said quickly and the phone went dead. I took a draw on. He, on the other hand, was tall, square-jawed, and lean, but in an athletic sort of a way.“We might be headed for World War Three,” he’d said.“I know,” I lamented.“No sense in ignoring how we both feel with total world annihilation on the horizon,” Mr. Secretary reasoned.“I guess you’re right.”“I know I am, beautiful. And my cock is so hard for you!”I pulled out his rod. I’d never seen one hard closeup other than my own. It was pinkish is color with large veins running through it. It was oozing. He reached down and milked his dick, removing some of his juices onto his fingers. “You know Ab, before I fuck someone I always want their lips to be glossy. Don’t forget this in the future,” he demanded as he took his pre-cum and smeared it roughly over her lips, making them shine. It made her look even more stunning. “Do you like the taste of cock honey?” he teased. “Do you? Well then beg me for it.” Mike was beginning to get the hang of this. “Feed me your dick Mike, please!” she cooed. . I pressed my chest to his. His hand slid down, giving him some very quick hand-to-ass contact. To be a Bitch, I slid my leg forward, gently rubbing across his cock. He froze. That was a first for that boy, I am sure. Following it up, I kissed him on the cheek. Then, without a word, turned, to go to the bar for a drink. That would give Terry food for lots of thoughts.I drank down a "Screw Driver." Billy Johnson, following the rules that the women would not speak, took my arm to steer me to the.