Two pieces of information were displayed. One, the time, stating it was 2:30am, on a Monday morning no less. Great, five hours till work. The second w...s much more intriguing… It was the Caller ID – Kate. He hesitated at the name on the screen. Kate was his best friend of more than eleven years, and he had last seen her under a wet and moonlit sky, saying goodbye. She was leaving on a whirlwind trip of London, followed by almost two years of service as a masseuse aboard a luxury cruise liner. It. . Hell, I even saw myself giving you head."Peter chuckled. "You enjoyed your vibrator?" Good yes," she gasped. "How the hell do get used to that, and why thehell would you ever want to be a guy after an orgasm that felt thatgood?" Oddly I felt the same when I had that wank this morning love," Petersaid. "It felt to me so much better than anything I ever experienced inyour body, which never seemed to get horny enough for me to really enjoysex unless I used a vibrator for an age."Peter shook. She actually let go of my cock to make those quotes!Bling would be the thing and this guy we were meeting for lunch, Packerd, knew a lot about that. Homosexual tats and jewelry, lots of bling! Make it obvious that ANY black cock can just enter me anytime anyplace. Like that wasn't happening already. But this was important because the people looking didn't understand the gay 'life' and would need more than subtle signals."So Rick, did you ever stretch your scrotum? You know, like I suggested? My. " Jessica said after they had zipped up the tent."Yeah, I remember when we were like that." Craig said. Jessica looked up at him with her naughtiest expression. "We still can be." She said."Ooh, I like the way you think!"Craig said.The two got up and started toward the big tent. When they reached the door, and Craig went to unzip it, Jessica looked back toward the fire. She didn't see Becca anywhere."Where did Rebecca go?" She asked."She was by the fire last I saw her."Craig replied."She's not.