So where was he? I lifted a hand to shield my eyes from the evening sun and stared down the street. Though there were numerous people milling around, ...ending their way to the bars and clubs, there was no sign of a six-foot man with blond hair and blue eyes carrying a book of poetry with a pink carnation tucked between its pages. ‘A book of poetry?’ I’d spluttered when she told me that part. ‘That’s such a cliché.’ ‘So?’ She’d grinned. ‘What’s your problem? It is a blind date, after all.’ Well,. ” I even heard some ladies saying, “We love you!”In my ear, was my third best friend, after Paul and Mike, and Stuart said “Mic check from everyone, please?”I passed it on, as the place kept filling up. There was a flurry of putting up chairs on the field itself, so I asked my soundman, “Stu ... What’s going on?”“They sold every seat in the stadium proper, but people are still lined up to buy tickets. Apparently, you are still ‘Hot Shit’ Mr. Thomas. The on-field tickets are selling for seven. My heart skipped a beat when I turned and recognized her."It is Jason, isn't it?" She stood behind me in line. Only her grocery cart separated us. "I know it's you, but I'm not sure about the name. I have the worse time remembering names." Yes it is," I took a deep breath and confirmed her assumption. We had met before, of that much I was certain! Proof was in the fact she knew my name. I also recognized her. She wore a tight little T-shirt. I noticed the outline of her bra underneath."I knew. Then I smiled at his huge size. He rested his head on the couch, closed his eyes and opened his legs further…Then I proceeded to simply lick his dick all over; the tip, the base, around his length...the taste was absolutely delicious; perhaps a bit musky…I grabbed his dick with my hand and started to stroke it gently. Then I pointed that nice cock at my face as I slipped my tongue inside of his skin and licked around the head; while hearing soft moans of pleasure from him.To my surprise, he.