He finished his daily quota of five large pegs, and stumbled his way to the dinner table. He went through the meal in his drunken state, but did tell ...is daughter, that he was more than surprised that she could cook that good, and in fact better than her mother. Anjali merely smiled at him. He offered to help her clean up, but she insisted on his going to sleep, and he needed no further excuse to retire to the bedroom. He went to the bedroom in a sense of euphoria, stripped and laid himself on. Ryan asked us to help chip in for putting some gas in his father's car. The whole evening was pathetic." Don was out with his new girlfriend. I sure hope she's giving him some of her "goodies" with all the time and money he's spending on squiring her around. He owes me twenty dollars, just from the money he's had to borrow off me in the past month. His love life is going to make me poor, if this keeps up." Why don't you call me, right after you speak with Stacy? I'm ready to do whatever you. My dick finally springs free with a slap against my stomach. You just stare at my dick for a few seconds before you grasp it with your small hand, the pre-cum starting to ooze out. Using the pre-cum as lube, you slowly stroke my dick. Your soft hand feels amazing against my shaft. You can feel my anticipation, but keeping torturing me with your slow, gentle strokes. You look up at me with those beautiful brown eyes before licking the tip of my dick, your tongue flicking the sensitive area. She looked up at me with big blue eyes and said, “Not good for doing it myself, but exciting if you have someone to help.” She took my right hand in hers and moved it to the bottom of her shirt. She slowly raised my hand until my fingers felt the soft, damp wetness between her thighs. My fingers instinctively slid along her tender slit and I watched as her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan. Red Flag! Red Flag! Leave! Leave! My brain was screaming at me. Still I felt the blood transferring.