‘I guess I’m saying this stuff because I’m not sure how you feel about me. I mean, I know you like to be with me, or so it seems, but sometimes ... feel like your education and my lack of education might be a barrier in our relationship.’ My response was rather bland. I said some things that appeared to comfort her and reassure her that I enjoyed being with her. She mentioned that she was looking into taking a class or two at a local community college next semester. This was surprising, but I had. The following day feeling a lot less enthusiastic I rode to my Uncle Jimmy's house, aching quite a bit to wash his car. As it was, it was my Aunt Miriam who answered the door. My Uncle was a policeman at the time and was out at work."Hi David," she greeted me. "Jimmy said you'd be round. Let me get you the stuff and you can make a start." Hi Aunty," I replied and waited as she bustled off to get a bucket and cloths.Miriam was a very slim woman who always dressed smartly as if she was going out. My face was still buried in the stranger's crotch and I felt a tremendous thrill when his cock began to get hard again.Julie pulled her strapon from my ass and removed my blindfold from my eyes. I licked and sucked his smooth balls as I ran my hands over his tight muscular body."Look at you go Piggy. You can't get enough of that cock can you?" Julie teased and she was right. I wanted more. I wanted to lick it and smell it. I wanted to taste it and feel it grow in my mouth. I wanted to please it. Too late. I'd thought too much as it is, and was waking up. My eyes were hard to open. That crusty stuff you get when you're sick. Which meant I'd been sleeping for some time. My throat was dry and sore. I didn't remember what the hell I did last night, but man I must have drank like a fish. Scotch makes me feel like this some times. Like I'm in a fog. If you absolutely must have to have a hang over, I strongly recommend the type provided by Johnny Walker Black. Twelve year old scotch.I sat up.