I let out a groan of pleasure as I watched her go to work on my cock. She sucked my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until I was hitting the back...of her throat, fully deepthroating me and loving every minute of it. She brought me to the brink of cuming and then reluctantly let me go and stood up. ‘Get my tits out’ she ordered, I didn’t need telling twice as I released her tits by pushing up her T-shirt and bra, there was no way those massive tits were coming out over the top. I bent to. “I guess I’m drunk. You must think I’m weird.” He shook his head. Then, after a long pause, he asked, “Did you ever do it again with a guy?” “No,” I said. Another long pause. I knew what he was going to say, willed him to say it. “Do you want to?” he finally asked. I looked at him. There was fear in his face, fear that what he had said might be angrily rejected, might ruin our budding friendship. But there was also desire, intense desire, and go-for-broke look that I kind of admired. “Yes,” I. The guy behind the bar shouted to me that there was a machine downstairs and pointed to the top of a stairway in the corner of the room. I pushed my way through the crowd to find a really badly lit black stairwell that went down to a basement room. I could see the machine at the bottom of the stairs. So i lurched down them to the machine. I bought some fags and then turned to see a very dimly lit room. There was a closed bar at the end of it and several tables around which sat red leather. Her arms d****d around his neck her lips welded to his, his fingers playing with her gusset as only a lover could. They heard the door tap, and split apart like school k**s with their fingers in the jam, Jed, taking off his boots called from the door that he was here, and she welcomed him in. twenty long minutes past Jed swilling his tea, chatting about his own service days, asking about Cyprus, oblivious of the urgent needs of the two would be lovers, babbling on about the roof of one of the.