He again holds his index finger to his lips demanding silence. He places the now-dry tip of his cock in the small curve between her bottom lip and her...chin. He remains eerily calm and still. Her friend on the phone begins detailing another plot point. She looks into his eyes again. His scent now fills each breath she takes. Sensing no immediate danger and still holding the phone to her ear, her gaze returns to the throbbing veiny cock resting on her chin. She uses her free hand to take hold of. His most pressing need was coffee, so he headed for aisle five.Walking with his head down, preoccupied with the sweet memories of his two recent encounters, he almost ran headlong into a woman standing in front of the gourmet coffees. Actually she wasn't just standing; she was bent over, and her short tennis dress gave Tom a clear view of her legs, almost all the way to the hem of her panties. Just what I don't need today, Tom chuckled to himself, but he took a quick look anyway. Why would. So, there we were. My redhead, the girl she was staying with, and me, drinking beer in here garage. I asked to use the bathroom, and the redhead said she would show me where it was. I took a piss and came out. She was sitting on the arm of the couch, and I went right up to her and started making out with her. We slid of the arm and on to the couch. After making out and rubbing her tits through her shit, I pulled down my pants. I could feel her eyes on my cock, and without a word I sat back down. He had a small frame, and we wereabout the same size, which made it easy to dress him.Things were great my business had turned out to make much more money thanI could make as a pharmacist. Actually the business had grown to threestores, and I had 21 employees. I was making over $100 grand a year withplenty of money to reinvest in the business. Jon was making $40 grand ayear at his job. This meant that we could afford a nice home, and get onwith our life. We wanted children, but we could.