He was sure they would.They talked some more and she asked if he had any plans for Friday and he said he didn't. He had a weekend Army Reserve meeting... but that was Saturday and Sunday. Terri said that there was a Light Heavyweight Championship fight on TV and if he wanted, he could come over and watch it. Her mother was working and they would have the house to themselves. Bob said he would come over and would pick up a pizza on the way.On Friday, Bob with pizza in hand, pushed Terri's doorbell. Gwen sensed his mood and restricted her conversation to practical matters, while John was by nature taciturn and Ged appreciated that.The only phone calls to which he replied were from Gus and Graham, and were purely business related, Gus dealing with requests for songs, and finding singers who would want the songs Ged sent him, or copyright issues. Graham kept him in touch with the action against Zak.The exception was the collection of poems that Cassie had written and Catherine had put. “Come on, Cassie. Spill it.”I was getting a bit angry. After all, this was Sunday and she’s been hiding something from me all weekend.“I consoled her, we drank some wine…”Yeah, I remember she said she didn’t feel good when I came home around eleven that night. Too much wine, she told me.“And then… we kissed. It just happened… but… we kissed for awhile…”I pulled my hand back and sat rather straight up on the couch. I steepled my hands together, and put them against my lips. I was trying to keep. Lukes mouth would only accept so much of the monstrous shaft in it at a time, and so he reached a soft hand up to wrap around the shaft as much as he could, luxuriating it’s heat, and began pumping his hand in time to the gentle rhythm of his mouth. As be bobbed his lips along the cock, building up a rhythm, he could feel the dog, as well controlled as it was, slowly pulse it’s hips forward, forcing the massive prick further down his mouth. There was nothing Luke could do but try and keep up.