He looked kind of sad and pathetic, like a lost puppy that had been kicked in the head one too many times. Dakota surely would have told him to go fuc... himself but I was never that kind of girl. I felt bad for him so I accepted his drink. "Thanks, that was nice of you."We raised our glasses in a half hearted toast and he started talking about something that I didn't quite catch. Between the raucous noise in the bar, his meek voice and the fact that I frankly didn't care one bit about anything. I thought it was a dream.Still dazed, room spinning slowly I was having my cock stroked, no words, no expressions, just stroking. It felt amazing, still confused I could feel latex gloves cup my tense balls whilst she quietly sucked my cock gently at first, gradually faster. Still no words were spoken and one thing had lead to another, I was in the room, away from everybody, locked-in with shorts around ankles, thrusting into Nursey, she coiled her neck after each deep fulfilment of my large. " Maybe he was a total homophobe, but he was gettingoff on this...he really wanted to know how much I wanted him. He spoke again. "Yeah, well, there's a cocksucker born everyminute, and you were one of them, weren't you?" He laughed athis stupid (and probably old) joke. "So here you go."His shorts had fallen to his feet when he'd stood up,but now he hoisted his jockeys down too, and kicked them off. Theylanded inches away from my head, and I turned my head to take adeep whiff. Why hide it. ’ Naked, I waved as she backed out of the driveway. – By mid August, my last week here, I’d finished the draft of my book that was ready to send to my editor. I was pleased with the results, 400 pages and lots of hot sex, tender moments, and good romance. The double spaced pages were tucked inside the addressed brown envelope on the desk as I leaned back with my arms stretched over my head. I could not believe how I’d become used to not wearing clothes. How strange it would be to go back home.