"What happened?" "Well," I hesitated. Here goes I thought. "I liked it. I mean I spent most of the night eating pussy but I did do it." "Are you ...ay?" he asked. "No, well, maybe I'm bi. I mean I love having sex with women." "Would you ever do it again? he asked. "Why?" I answered. "Do you want me to suck yours?" "No! I mean..." he stammered. I was so horny and I was so drunk and I wanted his cock so much that I thought what the hell, this will either end up good or bad. "I mean, if. I let her help me get my pants down and before I could make a move, she started kissing down my chest towards my cock which was at full attention by now. She let her big hanging bare tits brush along both sides of my cock and it felt great. She gave me a couple up and down swings with her tits on my cock and I was leaking precum from that alone. Then she kept heading south until I felt her chin brush against my cock head. She was being such a tease. She seemed like a professional compared to. Joe carried a super-easy-to-conceal little .32 Beretta Tomcat Titanium and there really was no comparison.I did mention the Glock 20 was the full size companion to the 29, and that I had it in my shoulder rig. It really was a better fit for a large hand; if possible he should try the larger gun before the 29. The women did not have much choice, the 20 was too big for small hands.As the last thing before he hung up Joe dropped a bombshell on me; he said that Amy had wondered about a date with. Or, well, I'm trying to be. So I had this idea for a story, and of course it hits me about ten minutes before I was going to leave. But I just had to write it down or I would have forgotten, and I hate when I forget things like that." "What kind of things do you write?" Emma wanted to say she knew what that was like, but wasn't ready to answer the questions that would follow. "Hmmm. Realistic fiction, I guess you could say. I like to read a lot of genres but just writing about people like you.