The room was dark, except for what light came from the television. Where The Boys Aren't Five had been popped into the VCR, and Racquel Darrian was po...nding Christy Canyon's pussy with a strap-on. Suddenly, my heart was racing; we weren't going to be alone for this. Kevin let go of my hands, positioned me so that Damon could see and said in a low but confident tone, "Get on your knees, pull my cock out, and put it into your mouth. Damon wants to see what a little cock-hungry slut you are.". I had rehearsed all the reasons why this would not work, but after her guilt trip about Tim I wondered if she were ready for a totally committed relationship. Perhaps, I thought. The time away together in Wales might clarify things. But, I reasoned, I really had everything in life I needed as things stood. Of course I had completely forgotten about New Zealand.I realised I needed to settle more into work. It was my company and I should be more involved. My physical health was improving; I. As I started to walk up the aisle, the bus jolted as it began to make its way towards Birmingham. Despite it being a little after 7.30 in the morning, I was shocked to see a good proportion of the seats already occupied, so decided to go to the upper deck and see if it was less busy up there. I guessed that about fifty percent of the seats were free, so walked a little way down the aisle and sat down by the window on the right of the bus. I opened the front zip of my laptop bag and pulled out. We made plans to meet up at the movies. It was the last week before "Zodiac" left the theaters. Oh how I love Jake Gyllenhaal. As we sat in this empty movie all I could think about was fucking her. I wanted her. I yearned for her. To touch her, and be touched by her. I wanted to have her clit in my mouth more than I wanted my next breath. My passion for her was incredible. I was trying to contain myself, trying to focus on the movie when she leaned over and whispered in my ear "I want to taste.