" Ryan dropped into another chair. "It gives us more options, more possibilities." "I see that, but still, do we really need it?" Nate asked. "We soun... fine as a four-piece, we all know that. I think I like us better that way; the sound is more basic, more stripped-down, more . . . I don't know. Honest, maybe." "I'm with him." Mitch nodded. "Not to mention, it would save us the hassle of interviewing and auditioning and then trying out any more Jasons." "Ryan, you're right, but the truth is, no. I am Chloe or Laura, for the shortest time. I am wanted and it feels good.Another sigh. He squeezes his hand around his dick, tight between his balls and my lips: A swollen vein, slick and gas-blue, is worming into my mouth. And on one finger of that grasping hand, a ring. Married, wife at home, kids bouncing on the bed. Already I know his house and its comforts. His children so clearly defined I could read their bedtime stories.He’s louder and closer. He should be, because I’m good at sucking. “Yes.” I replied truthfully. “I,ll beat you off if you do the same for me.” He offerred. “Okay!” I agreed and he removed his underpants. John was five years older than me, skinny but with a nice uncircumcised dick which stood stiff between his thighs as I began to stroke it as he stroked mine. “Ever sucked a cock?” He now asked me. “Yes!” I Again truthfully confessed. “You like guys then?” “Yes, But I like pussy, too!” I told him. “Tell you what, Joe if you suck me off and swallow all my cum. I don’t own any. I never really needed one until … recently.’ ‘All right, tank top a little harder to handle. Cutoffs still okay, but the panties are a bit, well.’ ‘Well?’ I pulled a wisp of a thing from under the shorts. ‘Tiny!’ ‘Skimpy!’ She snatched them back and folded the shorts over them. For some reason she was just as mortified about them. The whole situation was mortifying, but she wasn’t the one who had anything to be ashamed about. ‘Why do you have to change underwear to go help.