"Pardin felt a tickling sensation on the tip of his drooping cock. He glanced down and saw Fuster licking the residue on the tip of his cock again. Sh... gave him a crooked little smile and a slight wave of her hand. After a couple of more licks, she flew back to the rafters. Pardin was not sure she was just a social drinker despite her protests; however, the issue would have to wait.As Pardin strained to listen, he heard a rumbling of large wheels as they protested under heavy weight. Then he. ” “I…can’t.” Hard fingernails scored along his thighs while her kisses floated onto his cock. His flesh seemed to become a story she was reading with her lips, punctuating each turn with a quick, tentative swipe of her tongue. Then she caught the tip with her mouth, scooping the head inside with her tongue. Abundant hair and soft cheek touched the inside his thigh as the head of his cock drowned in the wet swirl of her mouth. Blood mainlined from his heart straight to the hardening core of. ” “C’mon, I know that you and her have something going on.” He shook his head. “I’ve seen her come out of your bedroom in the mornings.” I started to get annoyed and couldn’t hide the tone in my voice. I knew he wasn’t a virgin and I knew he wanted to get into my pants, but he had always been a perfect gentleman letting me make the first moves. “In the past.” “What about when you two disappeared earlier?” “We just talked.” “Yeah right. About what?” “I asked her to stop coming around. My trip to Lebanon to meet my long-dead father’s racist Arab family. My disappointing trip home. My tryst with her. The joys of unexpected fatherhood. My emerging bisexuality. My relationship with Hassan. Him leaving me for Amjad. And finally, how I came to be here, of all places, talking to her, of all people. I sipped the last of my coffee, and looked at Milena. She sighed deeply, and didn’t say anything. I leaned back on my chair, looking into Milena’s eyes. What could she be thinking? All.