Needless to say, I started to have fantasies about taking her to bed; making love to her for hours; then sleeping with her in my arms. My cock was gro...ing as my fantasy progress, then…“Hey, Bill! Where are you?” she asked as she waved her hand before my eyes.“Oh! I’m sorry. I have a fetish when it comes to beautiful hair, and yours is so beautiful that I got temporarily distracted. Sorry.”“That’s interesting. I’ve never met a guy with a hair fetish before.”“This is embarrassing, Laura.”“Oh,. Still flicking my tongue barely over the tip. Then around the head.You drop the bag behind you, and I hear a soft moan, and feel your hands embrace my head, as your entwine your fingers in my hair. I run my tongue up and down the underside of your cock, sometimes up and down from the ribbon to the head, and sometimes around each side. My fingers delicately massaging your balls. As I make my way back to the head, I wrap my lips gently around you, and swirl my tongue around and around the head.. I knew it would end badly. He wasn’t good enough for you.”“Well, I don’t disagree with that, he turned out to be a real jerk. But didn’t you trust me enough to figure that out for myself?”“I knew you would eventually. But I didn’t want you to get hurt.”“Aw, that’s sweet. My younger cousin being the older brother I never had.”“I know, I was wrong, and I was too stupid to admit it. I’m sorry it took this long. But that’s not really all of it.”“No? What do you mean?”Jerry took a healthy gulp of. We finished the pitcher of margaritas and Jerome ordered a second one. I was feeling the drinks a little so I knew Jen must have been feeling them too. We weren't used to alcohol.We must have been at the table for a good hour and a half. We had dessert and then Jerome asked us if we were spending the night at the Inn. He and Shauna had gotten a room, seeing they were from out of town.I told him that we lived locally and to be honest, couldn't really afford a room there. We paid our bills; I.