The lounge is dominated by the original fireplace, an ugly monstrosity painted stove black. The room is chock-full with antique furniture and knick-kn...cks, the walls cluttered with sepia and black and white photographs of her and her family, many in their original mono and others tinted. On every flat surface where there’s space, are plants of all sizes housed in a multitude of pots, including an aspidistra, tall to the ceiling with long rubber-like leaves. The room reeked of an aura of a past. "This is terrific Angie. It's the best you've evermade." Yeah? Thanks Ken. It's a new recipe I got from one of the girls atwork."Ken looked at his friend sitting across from him at the dining roomtable. Angie Romero was as beautiful as she was a great cook. Herfather was Italian and her mother Spanish and Angie had inherited thebest features from both. She had a fine olive complexion and longstraight black hair. Her eyes were big and brown and her lips full andsupple. Her nose was rather long. " They all laughed and started walking.The ice between them was starting to crack.They walked a short distance in silence, when Troy stopped. He reached to his navel and touched the crystal embedded in itout of curiosity. Instantly the holographic map appeared in front of him. Their position was marked and in the opposite direction from which they were headed, a red spot flashed. "I think maybe we should check that out," He said. All were in agreement, and backtracked to head for the flashing. I didn’t even care if I got to cum. I wanted his cum in my mouth before our roommate finished his shower. I continued, trying some techniques I learned from having Justin on my dick. I twisted my head different ways around his cock, I used my tongue a lot, and got him deep. I loved hearing him quietly moan and pant. I grabbed his balls with my other hand and fooled around with them a bit. Pretty soon, and without warning, on one of my deep-throated takes of Justin’s dick, I felt the warm, salty.