. George nearly came as he thought these things, but he was good at holding himself off. He didn't want to cum. The movie was going to the next scene....Maybe he should watch it. Then again, his little girl was passed out upstairs.He'd seen her tits tonight. But he hadn't really seen her tits. He'd seen them through her wet shirt. Maybe he deserved a peek, a look at what the boys she was fucking got to see?George stood up, then, and slammed down the rest of the beer. He was drunk, and he knew it.. They opened the van door and let me climb in. The man sitting on the bench seat moved over for me as I sat down. They were all looking at my top greedily and I liked how they were looking at me. I kissed the man next to me on the bench. He closed his eyes and threw his head back and groaned. "What's wrong?" I teased. "Don't you like me honey?" And the passion in his reply sobered me. "I LOVE you...' His eyes burned through me. "I love THIS, do you understand?" as he put his hand on. Want to come?" You know, I'll let you handle it, believe it or not, I think I trustyou. I know I trust Brandon."I've met some of Brandon's coworkers at parties, but never been toBrandon's work place. So I'm a little excited and nervous at the sametime. I don't want to embarrass my fianc?! For some reason I've alwayspictured Brandon working in some modern high rise. So I'm surprisedwhen pulls into an alley behind a turn of the century (turn of the lastcentury that is) four story brick building. Why don’t you come over about eight and we’ll have dinner and hang out -- watch a movie or something. Whatever happens, happens.”Stupid me -- I fell for it. “Okay, if it’s all cool, fine.”“See you then.”It was beer, pizza, and pay-per-view. Nobody started any shit, but I was nervous, so the beer flowed pretty freely. At some point, though, I realized that I was fucking up and said something.“Relax,” Red replied, “You’re staying the night. Give me your car keys.”“What for?”“I’m doing the.