It seemed to add character to her face. Being 18, she had an acne problem, her nose was too big, her lips too thin, her eyebrows were too heavy and ki...d of wild, and she had a mustache. The mustache was not really surprising as she was of Polish-Italian extraction and her mother's mustache was better than mine (met her when I delivered them a pizza a few months ago). But Becca had the most soulful brown eyes, she'd trapped me in them a few times since I'd started working there. Top that off. “Hhhaaaa oooo my ggooodddd baby,” was the only whisper I heard before I had to shush her and she bite down into her pillow. As we heard my roommate stir we froze, waiting just long enough to know he was still sleeping. When she thought it was safe she reached between her legs to grab my throbbing cock and guide it into herself. No waiting needed because I had already gotten her so dripping wet. I started slowly pushing into her gently to get a feel for the noise my bed would be making in that. ” He said. We shook hands as we always have, and departed company. A few days later, my six-pack and I were on the road when I saw his ruggedness walking toward me. By the time we were before each other, we knew our cocks were half hard from just our gazes. “Looks like we’re thinking alike again today, huh?” He asked. As he patted my shoulder with a thick, work-roughened hand. “Looks like.” I said. And gazed into his sharp eyes. “So, where you going to drink yours?” “My place, care to. ‘Judith said to say ‘good-bye’ to you. What do you think that means?’ Ethan asked. ‘I…I don’t know,’ Jarrod stammered. ‘The more I think about it, I’m convinced that Becky and her mother should stay in Indiana until the baby’s born.’ ‘You’re a good friend, Jarrod’ Ethan confessed. ‘What would I do without you?’ ************** Ethan walked slowly to the pulpit to deliver his sermon during Sunday service. For the first time in many years he had nothing prepared. He was drained by the events of.