..go on,you'll love the taste"Well,who could refuse? He held his rigid boner steady & I stuck me tongue out & then slid it inside his puckered knob sk...n.Ah,fuck me,it was as good as he said it was.And he gave a low moan as me wet tongue reached his slimy bell-end.I swirled me tong round & licked his salty juices.Stevie hissed through his teeth,"Oooooooooh fuck yeah...keep doing that mate,hell YESSSSSSSSSS".He started stroking up & down his shaft,grunting & groaning & speeding up & as my spit &. Over time, she also assumed the role of head rumor monger, frequently spreading rumors about who in the office I was screwing, none of which were true. She was in her 50s while I was in my 30s, one of the few young men in an office full of retired Naval and Marine Corps officers. She and I didn’t have anything in common except our work environment. On several occasions, I’d described her to others as “If she stood sideways and stuck out her tongue, she’d look like a zipper.” I always enjoyed. The jab was a pretty potent painkillerbecause as I started to fade out I distantly heard him talking to 'my'nurse that I should be healed enough not to need the the support andbandages from tomorrow, and that he would send down a prescription fora course of painkillers and antibiotics for me to take after I wasdischarged.What ever was in the injection was enough to knock me out until around7am the following morning, and after a surprisingly good breakfast forhospital food, my nurse was back to. That is how I found out about the party at Jason and Marie's house. It didn't begin until 10PM that's part of how I knew that it wasn't your typical wine tasting event.I found out again that morning that my background memory was coming back. I could always hope that my brain made even more new connections to tap into it's own filing system.Meanwhile I read my journal entry from the day before, and rediscovered that I was out of business. Since I bored easily before the boat ramp incident, it.