’ ‘Excellent, I’m in flat 5 you can bring the wine.’ Oh great I can’t believe I just agreed to that, what the hell was I thinking? Then the...dream starts to come back to me, I was dreaming about Paul, worse than that I was dreaming of having sex with Paul! Ok so in the dream we weren’t actually having sex but lets face it, it was definitely heading that way and then another thought struck me, the reason I met Paul in the first place, the text from Tom. I pick up my mobile and go straight to my. This time he put his hand much higher up her thigh. He was close enough to feel the heat I was sure was coming from between her thighs. I assumed I would be here for a while, stranded at this lonely table, until she finally wondered where I was and looked around, I would go over when she waved me over. I took a few sips of my drink, watched them flirt and listened to the football game that was playing on the huge TV hanging on the wall behind the pool tables. I watched them laugh and my wife. He found this commentary to be very thought provoking and even mildly inspiring. It was interesting that although this guy found the main character to have ‘ugly tits’, he still enjoyed the story enough to give it a 5. After a few moments, Tom pulled himself back up to the keyboard and took a long drink off of his whiskey. He began to think as he picked up the smoldering pipe and took a few puffs. Nothing like whiskey, tobacco, and pictures of his favorite fans to get the creative juices. Maribel motivated Joe to go forward. "Oh, yes! Do it! Cum all inside him. He deserves to take it like a bitch!"Peter tried to ignore her current vernacular, but failed. He knew what would happen if Joe reached his climax, and he no longer cared if he felt violated by unwanted intrusions."Oh...Oh, Joe! Yes fuck me Give it all to me!"Joe's high-octane performance received another boost. His pelvic thrusts were now the fastest that Peter had ever experienced. Joe's embrace tightened even more..