Could I call him? What would I say?The possibility of joining a band overrode my feelings of trepidation."Fred, is that you?" I asked upon hearing som...one pick up. "Joan?" he asked."Ah, you remember! I believe you wanted to talk about the possibility offorming a band?" I asked seriously. "Well, I certainly would love to discuss the possibility of us gettingtogether," he replied. I cut him off immediately. That wasn't going tohappen."I'm sorry Fred, if that's all you're interested in, I'm. I used my fingers to feel the details of his cock. I felt all around his tip, his slit, his vein, and every part of the first dick I ever touched, other than my own. It was like I was a blind man trying to make a mental picture. I had to use more of my senses. I moved my head down his chest, across his stomach, and looked at his cock close up. My body was now lying across the couch on my stomach. His hand that was on my waist was now on the cheek of my ass. This sent another bolt of electricity. Where's the weed''mike getting a joint from his friend getting my head up with his handthe other guy taking my head , pass to him, his big warm hands helping me toward his 9 inch''here suck mine bitch''his big head sliding in my cock smelling mouth, bigger and making me savour him, sliding deeper helping me with his hand on my head sideat that point i was going crazy, they were so big and feeling nice in my small mouth i had fun trying different way to suck them and felt like i needed to please. And I’d like you to meet Nita. You’ve never met her. You didn’t even come to our wedding,’ he lamented. I agreed reluctantly and told I him I would start the five hour drive early the next morning. But I couldn’t stand to be in the apartment alone another night, so I packed quickly and jumped in the car. I figured I’d drive for while, get drunk, spend the night in a hotel, and go see Ramesh and Nita the next morning. Four hours later I spotted a seedy bar on the side of the road. There was.