" Oh, Jesus," said Kevin. Tears were running down his cheeks."So you can see why I never want to love again," sobbed Stacia. "It still hurts to this d...y. I never want to hurt like that again." I'd never hurt you like that," said Kevin softly."How do I know?" spat Stacia. "How long would it take you to get sick of me? How long did it take you to get sick of your ex-wife? I can see you're already sick of your son. Hell, you get visitation with him and you've got him with other people so you can. "Stay right there." shesaid. The song was ending and she went back in the living room and started itagain. It took her a few extra moments to come back, and when did I saw thatshe had changed out of her pajama bottoms and into some panties. They were alight cotton material and high cut at the hips. The panties were tight and Icould see the outline of her pubic mound. She looked so sexy I thought I wouldcome in my pants right then."How's this, Mr. Critic?" she said. "Wow!" was all I could. “ROSS! MATE, IS THAT YOU?” Nothing. His heart is racing, pounding in his chest. “What the fuck is going on!” He needs to find out quickly, but how? Lewis tried to keep calm, thoughts rushing through his head. He remembers being in the club clearly now, remembers putting his right hand down the front of Ross’s jeans and grabbing at his impressive cock. He had then looked straight into Ross’s eyes, hoping for a reaction. Ross’s face had broken with a wild, drunken grin before leaning in close. He is way into it and starts to fuck my mouth, drool running down my chin. I abruptly stop sucking on his cock and stand in front of him; he looks disappointed. I wink at him and sashay over to the couch. I sprawl on my back and grab my ankles throwing them high in the air. Carl notices I’m not wearing the lacy panties. He walks over to me and kneels, spying the bottle of lube next to me. He grabs the bottle and pours some into his hand. Putting his hand just under my balls he starts to rub my.