"I laughed before asking her if she wanted to come in. She followed me into my bachelor pad, an apt euphemism for what can only be described as a trib...te to Hiroshima post-Atomic attack that was my flat. She had known me well enough by then to know what I was like and very politely ignored the mess. I quickly noticed that she seemed to have something more important on her mind than the cleanliness of my home but was stubbornly keeping it to herself. She said she wanted to just hang around with. She again couldn't fight back. A male voice broke the silence after several strokes of the rod in her mouth. "You're not doing me a blow job anymore: I'm gonna fuck your mouth!" Darlene's passion had reached to unsuspected limits as she heard this man utter this phrase, she got even more turned on by the fact she was chocking while something solid had began to touch down her throat. Again she was overcome by inertia, a fatigue and she was now impeded by a new sensation for the first time in. Brett quickly caught up to her. "Hey, where are you going? We're supposed to be going to my house!" No, thanks, I think I'll just head home today," Kristen replied."What? Seriously? That's not like you," he said."Sorry, I'm just tired. I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she got on the bus.Brett watched his girlfriend get on the bus and slowly walked back to his car in anger.Once at home, Kristen locked all the doors. Her parents wouldn't be home for a few hours, so she had the house to. "I thought you were seeing that boy off Tinder," I observed."Oh god, no," she shuddered, laughing. "I met him once; all he wanted to do was talk about his watch and his shoe collection and the fact that he'd been in the same club as Rita Ora the week before. Total waste of my time. Wasn't even as cute as his photo made him out to be." She snorted, amused. "Suppose I should give it another try. How about you, Jo? Seen anyone nice?" Nah," I answered. "We've got a really cute boy working at the.