"No shit?" I said. "How does that ever come up in conversation?" I laughed."Well, sometimes I catch a guy staring at my big dick through my gym trunks..." said Greg. "That's a good sign that maybe he wouldn't mind helping me drain a load."Greg's crude description was somehow getting me aroused. I knew Greg was talking about me being one of the guys he caught staring. I was really feeling the weed kick in now and it was making me pretty horny and relaxed. I caught myself staring at the outline of. The only thing I could do was ask her to understand. “My life in Texas is a bit strange. The location of my old apartment was central to so many friends. I’m not trying to say I was the center of their lives, but while you’re scouting, if you could find someplace close by, it would be helpful.”She nodded. “Is there anyone in particular I should talk to while I’m there?”I nodded. “Yes, and I’m sure a number of my friends are going to want to talk to you.” I told her about Linda as my lawyer,. “Aww, did I cause that” she teased then a serious look came over her face when she saw the distressed embarrassed look on his face and she leaned forward putting her nipple in his mouth and putting her hand behind his head pulling him into her as he started to suck on her tit. After a minute or so she arched her back and I could see a wet spot forming on the front of her yellow Bikini so I reached out and fondled her other nipple, she didn’t try and stop me so I moved in and sucked her other. She does not cry or mourn and she pretended not to notice me. It started a month ago and I just can’t seem to get it out of my mind. It was an echo of a rat-a-tat sound of falling rain on a tin roof, a cycle that seemed to repeat itself over and over again. I had been here before but I had a feeling that once I left- I would never, ever, return. The phone rang and I answered it- even then I could tell she was wearing that damn mask. The one with emerald eyes and clown painted cheeks. I could.