"I'm awake," he said. "I'm just waiting for the shower to be..."Just then, the bathroom door opened and Andrea came walking out, her short blonde hair...dripping with water, steam following her in a cloud.She looked at him for a moment, then smiled."Arguing with Tina again?" She asked. It always made her laugh.He said nothing."Yes," the mechanical voice replied, sounding irritated itself, though it wasn't capable of becoming so.He looked the girl over. She was nineteen, looking every bit her age,. I'd come in and make chit chat for a couple of minutes before either of us would lead the other up to her bedroom. She didn't care the k**s, aged 18 and 19, knew or heard. All that mattered was her pleasure. Most weekends we would get through a family pack of durex with ease. We'd start around 11 on Friday night, fucking into the early hours. Usually was three or four in the morning before we got done and slept. All day Saturday and all night was just spent in bed shagging. We only stopped to. Songs of lost love made my heart ache. It was almost sad yet beautiful, emotional, impactful.I swirled single malt Scotch in a cut-crystal glass making the ice cubes tinkle, a sound I loved. Taking a sip of amber ambrosia, eighteen years of sherry cask aging slipped down my throat with smooth coolness blossoming into heat as it reached my stomach, The Dalmore Scotch from the Northern Highlands leaving smoky peat on my palate and dried fruit in my nose. It was the perfect drink for the ambiance,. I viewed Pete eating his burger with his head down. 'I'm sure you could envision that as my bush. I sucked your delicious cock, but you can eat my cherry, can't you? Thrill the MILF you lust after?'"Oh, shit, someone fucked up our plans, Josh," Will whined, peeking at him."Seriously?" Yes, and now we have to go back and fix the crap. If we don't, the boss is gonna take us off the project." Damn it, I just wanted some time off too," Josh groaned before peeking at me. "Sorry, honey, we gotta go.".