He dozed on top of the covers. He didn’t hear the knock on the door. He came up out of sleep when Rebecca shook him gently by the shoulder.Friday, 6...June 1969“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said. “We’ve got a bus to catch.”“Oh, gees. Is it midnight already?” he yawned.“No. It’s a quarter after one. We had trouble getting another driver.”“Must be jet lag,” he quipped. “Here I thought it was the middle of the night.”“Very clever. Need anything?”“No. Just a pillow.”“John and Joyce already put pillows. I think it was the rush of the first date, just that. And, anyway, I think my hook into sleeping with Randy was bigger than his”, commented Micki.“You shouldn’t get so frustrated about that”, the brunette tried to cheer your buddy. “You know how it is”“I know, but I was counting to have a hot night with Randy. I should be here, talking with you about the great sex we just had and not talking about his non-hard cock”“Well, I think you should relax. There will be another dates between you two and. “I need some inspiration,” Josh replied, tugging on his dick.“Should I go get Amanda?” I asked, chuckling softly. I was getting very aroused watching him play with his enormous cock, but also very nervous. The temptation to do more than paint was incredibly strong.“Why do I need Amanda when I have you here?” he replied, spreading his legs and stroking harder. “You’re all the inspiration any man needs.”I was wearing a little white tank top, without a bra and a tiny, silky pair of jogging shorts. My touch brings a moan from your lips. Your nipples respond to my touch and harden further. I pinch one and then the other; you are burning up with desire. You put your hands on my shoulders, break the kiss and push me down to your chest. I take your lead and softly kiss around your gorgeous boobs, slowly making my way around in circles, driving you completely wild. My lips finally reach the centre and softly kiss your nipples. Your back arches and you close your eyes moaning wildly in.