“DAMMIT! Why the Hell did I drink so much last night?” he asked himself as he wobbled his way to the bathroom.As he staggered through the hallway,...he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of bacon frying in a pan. This didn’t strike him as odd until he stepped up to the toilet and started relieving himself.“Who the fuck is cooking?” he asked, turning towards the door as if the cook was right next to him. The sound of urine hitting the wall and floor refocused him.After cursing himself for making. It was terribly hot outside, and my head was empty, another monotonous day. when i reached the alley, i decided to sit on a bench that was covered with a large shadow and cool off a little. the prospect of sitting in the shade and watching people pass by cheered me up a little, and i sat down well on a bench and began to look around. a passerby with a dog was passing to my left, and two cyclists were sitting on the lawn to my right. it wasn't crowded in this heat. i didn't meet anyone else.. It's okay with me if you want to pretend my mouth is Fran's."I gave a groan to keep my eyes open. "If I did that," I stammered, "I'd lose my erection." I can understand that," she said, pausing for a breath, continuing to stroke me, "the break-up and all." No," I moaned, as she resumed, "Fran never did this."She spit me out of her mouth to laugh. "You married a chick that don't suck dick? I never figured you for that much of a loser!" Well," I murmured, "the first couple of years it didn't. Apart from her groans, neither of us had made a sound since she'd put my hand on her knickers and it was the same when I eased down onto the bed and dropped to my knees infront of her. There was no need for words, Hazel knew what was coming next and slowly parted her legs. Now with a clear view up to her knickers I could clearly see how aroused she was, the wet patch on them was a dead give away. I shuffled forwards and placed a hand on each of her upper thighs then lowered my head towards the.