Chad is 23, your basic standard chav lad. His girlfriend Marie was in the bar with the rest of our friends. I gave my dick a few shakes. I looked at C...ad and make a remark about being at the urinal but not using it. Chad just shrugged his shoulders and said "I came in here to get my cock out, not to pee". I actually laughed and said "just letting it out for air then". He smiled but said nothing in response. I remember just standing there, still with my dick out, just looking at his. It wasn't. Let me make a new pot." She headed for the kitchen. "Just speak up, Sam -- I can hear you back here."Sam was pleased that she was making "a new pot." People, he mused, came in two categories: those insensitives who drank instant coffee, and the superior breed who had the good judgment always to make "a new pot" of fresh-brew. He remembered watching, in near-amazement, the popular television commercials a few years back featuring the forty-something lovers who had met over a jar of instant.Sam. I pushed the key into the key hole, and as each ridge forwarded in it seemed like an eternity. I twisted the key with much anticipation, I turned the knob and flung the door open. I was in, the lights were dim and the smell of vanilla was stronger still. I looked to the bed, it was made and in perfect order, there was a floral pattern, roses and tulips it seemed. The pillows were over stuffed with down feathers and bore the same pattern as the bed cover. There was a small wooden night. “Don’t mind me, girls,” he said as he stood, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m running out of space in here, just need to lose the pants.” Michelle raised her heard from between Eve’s legs and looked at him, her nose and cheeks glistening with the other woman’s creamy moisture. “Making you hard, are we?” It seemed her composure and control were back: she sounded the perfect flirtatious tease he knew so well. “Why don’t you come over and join us?” “I sure will,” said Alex, peeling.