"I'm only a male," I bleated, "God didn't give us enough blood to run our brains and cocks at the same time. You must make allowances. I was drunk and...anyway, how was I to know she was your Godmother?" But she was unmoved, sleeping with the bedroom door locked while I tossed and turned on the couch in the lounge. "Just in case your blood moves in the wrong direction," said old stony-face.Anyway, all bad things come to an end eventually and with a long weekend in the offing I phoned Ruth to find. Each time I slid my hand down the head of his cock appeared. ‘So Demon, want me to suck your… joystick?’ I jokingly asked. ‘Oh yeah baby, be careful it might fire off a rocket,’ Devon said with a laugh. ‘I’d love to see it go off,’ I replied. I slid my hand down his cock and pulled the foreskin off the head. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue around the head of his cock. One thing I like about guys with an uncut cock is that the frenulum, the area on the underside of their cock just below. It's okay. I'm just dreaming."And just like that, Frank was gone."What the hell?!" Natalie shouted."That would have been my doing." This was a new voice and it came fromthe open door way. Natalie turned and saw a man standing there, hugeand muscular, with a thick dark beard. He was wearing a suit and tie,but they looked out of place. He looked out of place."Who are you?" she shrieked."I have many names, my dear. You can call me Mr. Ooa." Ooa?" Yes. There you go." He smiled and she saw. What I was too drunk or excited to realise was that Lou's head was going to entirely obscure my view. As quickly as this holy grail of spots for a dedicated voyeur had appeared it disappeared. I had to move! How to do it without being busted was the issue. I started shuffling a tiny bit to the right which was immediately picked up on by my mate who asked if I was ok. Luckily I had only moved slightly to test the waters so he didn't make the connection with me peeping at his Mrs.I sat imagining.