"Is that for me?" you ask, feigning surprise. You dab your index finger on the tip of the head, covering it with the sticky precum. My penis is incred...bly sensitive to your touch. You taste your finger and smile. The recipe is right once again - warm and sweet, just the way you always liked it. Your hand reaches up and clenches around my cock. My head is now fully exposed and my precum drips down, covering your hand with its sticky sweetness. You pull off my jeans and toss it aside. I'm. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Do you even like Audrey Hepburn movies?’ ‘Ummm… I’ve never actually seen one.’ He smiled. ‘But I heard that chicks like them.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘I do, but I like action movies a lot, too. Next time, let’s discuss it.’ She stood and held out her hand to help him up. ‘There’ll be a next time after I fell asleep?’ he asked. He took her hand but brought it to his lips and kissed it. ‘Oh…’ she sighed. ‘There will be now.’ They exited the theater and stood outside on the sidewalk.. Using the excuse that he wanted to tackle the accounts, he retired to the office once we had opened up. I checked on him after about an hour, and saw him asleep at his desk. His head, sinking down, had come to rest on top of a Loyd Larcher first edition. One of his shoe laces had come undone and straggled over the floor. I was tempted to sneak up and tie it to a leg of the desk, but chickened out, afraid he would fall and hurt himself when he stood up.He was back to normal the next day, and. As it turned out, my s*s-in-law was supposed to drop off a check to our house while she was out running errands one day. Perfect I thought, we'll see what happens when I have her come in my house. Home turf is always better right? Or does that only apply to sports? Who knows. Anyway, I woke up around 11, ate, showered, dressed and waited. Finally about 2:30 the doorbell rang, and glancing out the window I saw her car in the driveway and tried to suppress the smile that had formed on my face..