No movies. No casual visits for drinks and small talk. There was no need for “small talk” when we got together. It was understood what we were the...e for. Plain and simple. Stan was there to have his dick sucked and I was there to suck it. I was nothing to Stan but a pair of lips and a mouth to suck his dick .. suck his balls .. and sometimes even lick his ass. And if you had seen me with my face stuck between his butt cheeks eating his ass or seen my face covered with his cum you probably would. Because the pajamas and panties added no support, my littlehard penis tented the front. I couldn't go out like this."Come on out, chicken," she said.I complied, not looking her in the eyes as she silently led me back tothe couch. She said nothing about my condition. We laid on the couchwatching the rest of the movie until her hand left my hair and strayedto the front of the satin pajamas. As she softly stroked me with onehand, the other pulled off her tee shirt leaving her ample breastexposed.. Her story proved that she was a deeper person than that. He needed to make her understand what was going on in his heart and to do that, he’d have to open himself up to this total stranger that so eloquently described his soul without knowing him. ‘I know what to do.’ * * * * * He sent the invitation with a bouquet of flowers. I’d like the pleasure of your company for dinner to apologize and to talk with you. Choose anywhere you wish and call me on my cell. Please give me a chance to explain.. ” Erik saw she was flustered. He gently let go of her hands and picked up his portfolio. Opening it, he pulled out another of his cards and turned it over. She saw that this one was blank on the back. He wrote a phone number on the back.He handed her the card. “That’s my cell phone number.” She took it, looking at the card without really focusing on it. After waiting a bit, he asked, “Do you have a cell phone number or a way I can reach you?”“Ah sure, yeah, I mean that would be great,” she.