Susan was curious but shy.My phone rang. Jon was in the lobby. I told him where we were and ordered him a drink. Got another for me and the two girls ...hile I was at it.He showed up and we hugged a greeting. Very pleased to see each other. I'd told the girls why we were there and how Jon and I were best friends since forever so it was no surprise we wouldn't just shake hands.Marti still said it was nice to see guys not ashamed to show affection for each other."Like us two...." she said, and gave. I turned my head back towards him and looked at him curiously, he was sitting on the wet floor,his white creamy dick is now bloody red.I gathered my strength miraculously, I stood up, limped towards Buddy, my cock was flabby, I grasped his long sexy hair, pulled his head towards my cock, but Buddy amazingly chose the testicles, he licked them, he squeezed the scrotum from behind, so my testes swelled forwards, he put them inside his mouth like the bitches. By that time my cock had become. “Leslie’s at home, she’s got a migraine,” said Ted quietly, backing me over to the props table, sweeping everything off with one hand. The back of my mind wondered how long it would take for me to pick all of that back up again, but the front of my mind and my body was into this. Every time his skin touched mine it would tingle, my nipples were ultrasensitive as they grazed against the inside of my dress. “What a shame,” I said. Ted chuckled into the side of my neck and carried on kissing it. . “And that is?”“You make an appointment with a shrink. You may be fine, but I wouldn’t count on it, and ignoring it suggests that you aren’t. If someone identifies you, this could blow up in your face. If you’ve already seen someone about it, it’ll look better.”“That sounds fair. I’ll make a few calls tomorrow and see if anyone has recommendations. I’ve never been a big fan of psychiatry. They’re all a bunch of quacks, as was their mentor, Sigmund Freud. The man discovered his father was abusing.