He told me that he had thoughts of it and since we were so close he would like to try it with me. I told him that I had thoughts of it as well but di... not want to express them for the fear of being called a queer. We agreed to do it and my friend wanted to suck mine first, we were at my parents house and had to be real quite because it was a single level house with all bedrooms on the same floor and my parents were in the next room. We smoked some more pot to calm the nervous feelings we were. We’re fucking loud and strong, as if we’ve already done this a hundred times. I lick at the saltiness on her neck and cheeks, and she does the same to me. She likes to bite me on the shoulder, and grab fiercely onto my sides. He legs are spread flat onto the bed, leaving her pussy wide open for me to smack my pelvis down on her, because she loves a good hard fuck, and a good thick cock that will fill her swelling pussy as forcefully as possible. I pull harder on her hair, and she moans. I hoist. Constance was a bulldog about making sure that I continued to be treated like a national hero, and just the threat of her dialing the White House Counsel's office put the fear of Guam, Tibet, or Nome, Alaska in their hearts.On the twenty-seventh day following my shooting, Constance opened my room door to admit a stranger. He spoke fractured English and was accompanied by two young physicians, three nurses, and a secretary.Doctor Abrams was called in to remove my bullet."So," his eyes twinkled. He proceeded to tell me that he owned a property just around the corner which he used as a holiday home so that he could get away from the pressures of everyday life. He had been staying there for the past week and was on his way back to his primary home tomorrow. So anyway, we continued to talk for what I predict must have been the next quarter of an hour or so, and as I said, we got on like a house on fire. He had obviously felt the connection too, because the next thing I knew, we were.