One was a guy he worked with named Taylor. We’d met plenty of times before when Michael and I would meet at his office for lunch and even bantered f...irtatiously when Michael wasn’t around to notice. I got the impression that Taylor never mentioned our flirtations and neither did I. The other guy was Danny, a longtime friend of Michael’s. They had known each other all of their lives, growing up on the same street. Danny didn’t get out much due to a wife with ridiculous control issues, so I was. In less than twenty-four hours he’d be in his hometown for the first time in seven years. He fidgeted at the thought, bouncing his left leg up and down, but stopped as he noticed the disapproving look coming from the middle-aged, bearded man who had just sat down to his left. ‘Sorry.’ As Alessandro glanced at his new seatmate out of the corner of his eye, an unexpected wave of relief swept over him. They hadn’t taken off yet, and the man had already pulled out a stack of printed journal. ”“On what?”“On what you say in the next few minutes.”Trevor furrowed his brow. “You going to tell him about me?”“Of course. Honesty in love—that’s a big thing for him. And me. It’s why I’m telling you.”“And then what?”Tobin shrugged and sat up. “Dunno. I know this thing with Jimmy won’t be forever—he’s made that clear. And he’s been very keen for me to find someone more age-appropriate.”Trevor laughed. “Well, I am that, if nothing else.”Hearing the tremor in his voice, Tobin leaned down and. So she lowered her lips to her friend's erected nipple and sucked like a baby.Jessica moaned pleasurably as her best friend sucked at her nipples. She couldn't believe she was letting her best friend suck at her breasts. She wasn't gay, was she? Or was it just the alcohol that was making both of them act like this. Probably that. Jessica wondered if she should tell Bridget to stop it but her body responded differently to her way of thinking as it moved lower beneath her friend. Her body wanted.