I engulfed his cock with my saliva and warm tongue. I was sucking his shaft and cock head ferociously. By now, Cheng was smiling jealously - he too wa...ted the same mouth to cock attention. He stood up and positioned his Chinese cock in front of my face and next to his lover's. I now had two cock heads rubbing against my lips - it was amazing! With each hand on a different cock, I was alternating each into my mouth and sucking desperately - Asian cock then White cock, Asian cock then White. I wasn't angry or anything like that. It was actually kind of frustrating feeling I had at that time. He was so careless. Certainly he could use some advises from me to improve his chance of surviving the world. Maybe I should invite him over my studio and give him a lesson sometime. If he kept on doing this his way, one of my other neighbors is going to spot him and things will turn ugly. I shook my head and sighed. I didn't care too much about Tony but I hated to see Mrs. Barnett forced to. We had exhausted our topics of chatter for the evening, so you sat close to me and rested your head on my shoulder, your hand in mine. My free hand found itself resting lightly on your thigh. The fine food and excellent wine had made you dormant for now, as my fingertips started to stray, drifting caresses across the tops of your thighs, circling against the silk of your stockings. Your eyes closed in content, breathing deeply, your pulse just beginning to flutter with my touches. The car. A bucket is sent spinning, and it makes him jump. He becomes aware of how agitated he is, how such little things send a frisson of fear up his spine. At the far end of the kitchen, he looks out of the window. He’s afraid to go too near the glass, in case someone – somehow – leaps into his vision. He has no idea where that fear comes from, but it’s there, and it’s very real. The dying embers of the fire in the living room give a feeble glow, so as he enters the room he’s able to define shapes.