Further enforcing my mediocrity was a laziness that bordered on fanaticism. The one thing I was good at was doing nothing, I excelled at the art of ha...ging out. Whether it was the street corner, the park or the bowling alley what I liked to do was just kick back with my friends and shoot the shit. Even at the park, we might bring a ball and glove to play catch but before long, we were just sitting around talking. As I got older, the parks and street corners became bars and pool halls. I didn’t. I was rubbing the inside of her thighs, and running my thumbs in and out of her pussy as I licked. She grabbed the back of my head and started humping my mouth as she let out a low moan of, “OH Rick , Oh honey, I am cumming. I am cumming.” My cock was so hard it was aching. I continued to lick and suck. She had another huge orgasm and started screaming, “BABY, Darling, OH don’t stop!” As I felt her go a little limp, I stood up and pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, tongue. The excitementin her boiled over and flooded through her body. Her pussy was soakingwet from watching the man slowly die in front of her, so much that thefront of her denim shorts had become damp. She reached a hand into hershorts and fingered herself until she came again.The man gurgled blood in front of her with wide, terrified eyes."You...s-s-sick...buh...buh...bitch..."She gasped and feigned a hurt look. "That's so rude! I have a name youknow. It's...goddamn, what is my name?"From somewhere. I'm really sorry." I indicated the clock again. "Besides I have to shower and dress if I'm going to make it to the studio in time." Fair enough. But if I can't fuck you yet can I watch you shower and dress?"I thought about it, but not for long. After all what harm could it do. Taking my gown off to reveal my nudity I held it in the crook of my left arm while I took Brendan's left hand in my right and led him to my bedroom and en-suite. Ten minutes later I was showered and fifteen slow minutes.