"The robed figure seemed to waver in Tom's view, almost as if it were a mirage. Tom wondered again if he were dreaming or hallucinating."No, Tom, this...isn't a dream."Tom didn't think he had said that out loud, so how had... "Now concentrate. Do you remember leaving the bar?"Tom thought for a moment. That part of the evening was still a little fuzzy. "Yeah, I guess about 9:00 o'clock or so I headed home. I decided to take SR30 instead of the freeway, because I knew I was a little drunk and I. Bill held his breath as Karen slowly worked her way down. Every soft kiss and lick felt delicious, he wanted to say something, but all he could do was moan in appreciation.Karen felt her chin touch his cock as it stood proudly at attention. She pulled back and sighed at her first close up look. "Your cock is amazing!" Karen exclaimed passionately, more to herself than Bill. "So, fucking big!" You don't have to do this, Karen," Bill said. As much as he wanted her to suck him, he wanted her to. He still doesn’t talk about it much, even when we’re alone, in the dark, in the middle of the night.’ ‘Well, that restores my faith in the American male!’ laughed Brad’s friend, Tim. ‘Any man that has a girl like you lying next to him in bed sure as hell shouldn’t be using his mouth for talking!’ ‘I admit his mouth gets a workout, but he really doesn’t talk very much,’ blurted Gwen just before her face turned red. ‘Was that too much information?’ ‘No! Tell us more about this big movie star and. I said we could probably help. We agreed to meet. I suggested a restaurant in the West End; she came up with an alternative, "The Rose By The River Hotel." I hadn't heard of it but then I'm like a lot of taxi drivers — I hardly ever go south of the river.When I got there, I realised I'd been missing something. It billed itself as a boutique hotel. Not far from Tate Modern and the Globe Theatre, it was a short walk from Borough Market and the City itself.I got to the sixth floor and the.