Dear Diary- It was about 8.30am and I was lying in bed smelling my fingers and stroking my dick remembering the game of stink finger I had played with...my girlfriend, Angie, at her house last night. For some reason she would let me play as much as I wanted but stopped at actually letting me fuck her. She did give me a half hearted blow job, ahh, any blowjob is better than none. Wouldn’t swallow but made me come into some tissues so I wouldn’t get her messed up, crap. Any way as I was lying. ‘Can I teach you to do it next time?’ ‘That good, huh?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Did it turn you on?’ ‘Um… a bit… does it make you angry?’ She sat up, got down and took a stool. They picked on the salad together. She preferred the olives and tomatoes, he the artichokes and anchovies. ‘No… it was a woman who waxed you of course.’ She nodded yes, sucking an olive into her mouth. ‘Ever had a lesbian experience, Mei?’ She coughed and said ‘No,’ and he began to talk about how sexual orientation for women isn’t as. Before he knew it, she sampled a taste of him and gave her most wicked expression. “Stay there. I wanted to know more about your day.” Marcus watched her go down on him and felt her lips enveloping his tip with her soft, wet tongue. He tilted his head back and groaned out of pleasure, leaning his hand against the refrigerator door, maintaining his balance. The way she took him in her mouth felt like he was already inside her folds, and by now he was already penetrating her mouth. Her lips moved. Standing before him was a lovely young girl, dressed in something resembling a bell boy’s outfit including the stylized hat and white gloves. She offered him an envelope with great flourish. With an upturned, open palm she indicated that he should open it, and she stood silent and still. The whole routine made him grin. Before he turned his attention to the envelope he looked the girl up and down. The bell boy costume was very true to form except for one obvious unusual feature, the lack of.