How can you be so unromantic. That's my wedding night you've just pencilled in. Oh well! Maybe it's best not to get too excited. It still might not ha...penAnd then, we were home. I seemed to have so many places to call home. And this one was one of the better ones. I was closer to Mum and Dad than I had been since I'd left to go to university. The feeling that I was growing away from them and my roots had gone. Robert had brought me back to stay. I didn't get to play snooker, but I talked to Mum. I opened my mouth and took the head in, I covered it with my lips and ran my tongue around the head.Something came over me, I reached for his cock with my right hand and it felt so hard, yet the skin so soft, at that moment I wanted nothing else but to make him feel good. I wanted him to feel the pleasure that I saw Bob and John did when Ann sucked their dicks. At that moment this cock in my mouth became my life. I caressed it, I sucked it, and I loved it. All this time I had been holding onto. "Oh, Martin," she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Do it to me, Martin." Her words were those of a woman who hungered for escape from the fears that plagued every young wife. She was afraid of being alone, afraid of being unloved and her words came as a surprise to her too, but she did not try to take them back. She had said them, and she somehow, through the honesty of her alcohol and drug-dimmed mind, knew she wanted him. The drug had taken complete control of her mind and. If you like sandwiches? He asked me sheepishly, like he had forgotten whether I liked sandwiches or not. I like everything. You can put anything in front of me and I will most likely eat it. What about if I was put in front of you. Would you eat me? I looked up at him. He had his sexy smirk back on. Maybe. I allowed. Good enough, he shrugged. I shook my head. Lemme ask you something Taylor. Why the hell do you always ask or comment in such disgusting ways? He looked up at me with a smile, and.