. I kinda thought that girlfriends were supposed to do things for their boyfriends even when they didn’t necessarily feel like it. Like blow-jobs an... stuff ... Jason made me do it all the time, and he’d get so mad if I said that I didn’t feel like it, and then he’d call me names and make me feel like I was a shitty girlfriend...”“Jason is a loser and a crappy excuse for a man. I’ll tell you something in all seriousness, Cindy. If I ever got a blow-job given to me when the girl didn’t really. I waited to see what he wanted.He said nothing, he just yanked his joggers down and his erection sprang out in front of him. Before I could do or say anything he grabbed my hair and pulled me down making it plain that he wanted me to suck his cock. He didn’t wait for me to open my mouth or anything just pushed it forward till it was in there.‘You bastard’ was the only thought to enter my head, ‘I’ll show you’And I did. I gave him the best fucking blow job he had ever had, he lasted all of about. According to your parents, this was in preparation and anticipation for the many pieces of luggage Julie would no doubt be bringing with her."I wonder how many outfits Aunt Julie will be bringing?" You ask out of curiosity, in-between spoonfuls of cereal."Well..." Your father, Roger, began while sipping his coffee. "Given Julie's flair for fashion, I think the real question is how much did she have to leave behind." He finished jokingly, eliciting some laughter from your mother and yourself."I. That left Lindsey as the only point of discussion. Every one of them had a way to settle the issue of who Lindsey should spend the night with, from a having a fight to spinning the bottle. Greasy finally suggested that Lindsey herself should decide. All eyes turned to Lindsey who coloured up brightly at the prospect of having to decide.When they insisted she chose between them, she pointed to Scar-face and the matter was settled, not without a number of complaints from the three men who.