A month after that, I had another one: this one even crazier. Judy and I had gotten ourselves into a threesome, this time with the gay boy who had don... us before. I was finding out that this 'gay boy" liked pussy quite a bit. He was a sweet lover. I loved him, liked being with him in a friendly way, more than the sex with him. His fucking style didn't have quite enough fire in it for me, but Devon was so sweet, he would go down on me until I was going nuts, grabbed his head from between my. His dark eyes fixed on me as soon as I rounded the corner and he blew out a casual plume of smoke. "Don't be late," he called out. "Who said I'm coming?" I retorted childishly. Drake just laughed softly to himself as if he found my response particularly amusing. I paced my bedroom floor in irritation at Drake's cocky attitude, as if I would go. After giving up on using my laptop, my TV and reading because all I could think about was Drake I was now pacing. In fact, I should go round to his. After a time she stirs in the silence of a spell. Then she breathes, but the cool, cotton sheets have given way to gardens, where roses breathe poems. She idly reflects over the sweet, sonnets of scent, as above her, the leaves swirl like green hearts in the gentle summer breeze. The sun’s caresses inflame her bare skin, but the cruel breeze sighs: “Is it enough?” As her eyes drop to the shimmering reflections on the pond in the lawn, she mouths the words to herself. She remembers the other. I licked his dick clean, happy that it tasted a lot better than his rancid ass did. Finally spent, George reached down and removed the handcuffs. As I sat up, he pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and I blinked and squinted against the light, rubbing the numbness from my arms. He threw a towel at me, and I wiped my face. “Well, you got what you came for, are you happy now?” he asked me. I could still feel the taste of his stinking ass in my mouth, and I frowned. “Yeah, well I got what I wanted.