”“Thanks,” he says, taking the slip of paper. I realise even as he does so that he’s probably too far gone to catch my drift, or to remember a...y of this in the morning. What does it matter? Worst case scenario, he goes to work on Monday, finds a bloke’s name and a phone number in his pocket and can’t for the life of him remember who or what. Best case scenario… I make an effort to refrain from licking my lips.By now darkness is falling; people drift away. I find a spot and sit, waiting. Waiting. "Who is it?" Britney yelled."It's Sam." Detective Sam Presario's booming voice at the other end of the door meant it was rather safe for Britney to open the door just the way she was dressed.Sam entered the room picking Britney up into the air, giving her a deep passionate kiss as he did so. Sam managed to navigate his way through Britney's apartment with Britney in his big strong hands until they where in Britney's bedroom. Sam playfully dropped Britney down onto the bed, where he did a mock. Just accept what we gladly give to you.” Taking me by the hand, she led me to the bedroom. Both of them proceeded to strip me of my clothes. They then pushed me to the bed where I landed flat on my back, with my cock waving like a flag. Fiona looked at Patty and said, “You were lucky; that is a beautiful cock. Take it from me, there are not many like that.” She crawled over to me and gave it a little kiss on the tip. “Chris you are the first man who I will fuck in over ten years. Promise to be. ’ ‘I’ll put that idea on my list of things to think about, but it won’t be up near the top of the list. Part of my trouble is that I always had active, attractive women in my life, and the old ladies that are my age now just don’t appeal to me. The last one that I spent a lot of time with was fifteen years younger than I was. The last woman my own age that I had anything to do with was my wife, and she died a long time ago. After that, I got involved with women younger than I was, but now I’m.