”“I will?”“Yes. Because of who you are, Raymond, you’ll know.”So it was. Brigit (the goddess that is) walked out of my door half an hour l...ter. By ten o’clock I was knocking on the other Brigit’s door. She had a council flat in a run-down area that was gradually being razed for new housing. Other flats nearby were boarded up. Feeling like an idiot I knocked on the door. It opened a bare crack.“Who is it?” A whisper, too frightened to speak loud.“Brigit sent me,” I said.“What?”“Brigit sent me,”. He scrunched his eyes closed, his stomach was just a sea of tight muscles and his cock was in the hands of the one he loved. My tiny hand bled him of all the pent up gallons of juice he had been saving for the weeks he had been dreaming of me.It was as if he wasn’t spurting at all, it was just one, long, continuous, never- ending rope of flowing, white hot, boiling cum. On and on it went, he smiled, screwed his face again, still he came, he smiled again, it was starting to ebb.He looked down. I have almost no furniture, so we’d just be doing this on bare floors.’ Mary rolled her eyes and smacked him on the shoulder. ‘Seriously. You spent all that money on your house and you’re hardly ever there. Don’t you want to be?’ He shrugged one shoulder and ran his fingertips along her arm. He paused at the crook of her elbow, stroking the soft and sensitive skin there, grinning when goosebumps appeared on her arm. ‘I’d rather be here, doing this,’ he told her, and meant it. She blushed and. ” As I span round on my stool, I saw two women being fucked in a booth. Now Gary had told me, that was a no, no. Something made me look closer. “Fuck me” I thought, that’s Stephanie, my friend Steph. Jesus. Just then she looked up, as a Mediterranean looking guy pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. The girl at the bar was watching her, as were several of the customers. She smiled at me. Recognised me? Another girl was in the booth, also being fucked. I couldn’t see her clearly, but there.