"What do you know of Luck and of how a young man might find his?"A most worthy question, he thought and after a brief pause, and an even briefer sip o... his now refreshed ale, he exclaimed, "Why, young sir, I shall do even better than that! Let me tell you all a tale of how another young cobbler found his Luck!"After a last quick gulp of refreshing ale, he cleared his voice and began...Once upon a time in a kingdom not too terribly far from here there was a most unfortunate young cobbler who. I downed my own second shot without her even noticing I had done so and I promptly refilled it. What was I doing? Could I really be this much of a hebephile? Downed the third shot. This time, she did notice “what the hell?! You forgot to wait for me, and didn’t even toast. Not cool!” She exclaimed, shaking her head “oops” I said lazily, quickly snapping out of my own internal strife and back into the beautiful reality in front of me. I was feeling a bit warmer, and a bit less paranoid already.. Oh shit. You don't think Tom was messing around with that blond in Vegas?" Yes, I do." What did Tom say?" He denies everything," Lisa said."Maybe he's telling you the truth," Brad said.Lisa put the rest of the pictures on the desk."Do you still think he was telling me the truth?" Lisa asked.Brad studied the pictures and then shook his head in disbelief."Would it help if I talked to Tom? Maybe I could get him to tell me what happened in Vegas," Brad offered."No, I'd rather you didn't. He needs. Do it!" He sounded breathless and eager again, and I could hear the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock again. She turned to me. Her voice was shaky as she instructed, "He has to be able to see." Her hand was steady as she pulled my cock forward. I gave her my most confident smile, and then turned to watch the laptop. I ignored his cam display, and watched hers to be sure we were showing him. My knees trembled a bit as she teased the head of my cock at her opening. She lifted on leg up onto.