As the conversation went on he just said outta the blue so you like getting fuked too do ypu,,i paused for a second looked at his crotch which looked ...s if he had a semi and simple said no acually i prefer to fuk a guy. he smiled broardly and i thought then i had a chance the weather as i said was cold and snowy so i asked him if he facied comming back to mine for a drink to which he soon said sure ,,we didnt even finish our beers and went to my car for the short drive home, in the car he told. I'm your birthday present."That was dirty pool. She'd always called me Tom. The 'Mr. Marsh' thing was just to mess with me. Of course, it seriously worked.I reached forward and touched Dylan's ass like you'd touch the holy grail or the ark of the covenant. With reverence, awe, and humility. This was proof that there was a divine power out there. He existed and he had molded this little blonde coed's perfect ass just for me.Touch it? Oh no, it needed to be worshipped.I fell to my knees in my own. She absent-mindedly ordered her margarita before she even looked at the waitress. While she was waiting Nichole brushed off four or five guys who tried to hit on her. When the waitress brought back her drink she said. “Your boyfriend is waiting for you in the back, on the left.” Nervous, Nichole took a big sip of her drink then picked it up and walked to the back. She tried to ignore the stares and whistles as the crowd parted its ways for her. She couldn’t help noticing the. ’‘Well, I watched you through two orgasms and...’‘I had three or four,’ she interrupted.‘Well, I saw two orgasms and the second one seemed to last for a long time, it looked to be rather intense and you squirted all over me at the end of it.’Jennifer giggled, having recovered from the embarrassment she felt that day since the eventual outcome was her current happiness.He finished by saying, ‘You might have noticed my shirt was soaking...that was you all over me,’ and she giggled again.‘I think,.