"What's your name?" I asked savoring the ability to speak. "I'm Claire, and this is my friend Sarah" she said in the most delightful of Asian voices. ...hen she turned to her friend and said something or other, but whatever it was made her friend giggle, then she gave Sarah a nice hot tongue kiss right next to me. I was in heaven. After watching the sweet display, I think it was far too obvious that I was now extremely hard, my throbbing cock pushing hard up against my jeans, just waiting to jump. . You didn’t have to go to that much trouble!” She gushed. The tray was placed before her, lain with toast, cereal and some fresh fruit. “Tea or coffee?” Scott motioned, whilst passing her a fresh orange juice too. “Erm... Tea please. Milk, no sugar.” She picked up some toast and began to munch, still in shock. “I should have guessed. You’re sweet enough already!” He handed her the mug, sitting down next to her and picked up a handful of strawberries. “Is everything alright? I wasn’t sure. " Go ahead, if he's willing."Beall climbed up inside the fragrant shed where Tim McNish was sawing lengths of milled pine. He stopped and smiled at Beall, "Now what?" he said."Just two questions, Tim. Did you know a fair haired whore down in Georgetown called the Swede, or Joan something?" Haw, that's a good one, me and the big Swede. She wouldn't comb my hair for what I could afford much less..." Tim McNish looked over at his father who had stopped hammering and was listening. "Yes sir, I knew. After drying off I slipped on a t-shirt and shorts and headed to Bill’s for some fun. When I knocked on the door I heard Bill yell from a distance, “Come inside Dennis.” As I entered Bill’s house he said my three favorite words, “Lose the clothes” and then some more favorites, “come into my bedroom.” Walking through his living room I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground. As I made my way down the hall I slid my shorts down my hips and let them slip down my smooth legs.