He held my head in place before turning around. His smooth ass was now inches from my face, those big, black muscular globes within tongue's distance....I ran my hand over his lower back and worked down to give those delicious glutes a squeeze. They were rock hard and Darius leaned forward slightly, his ass cheeks slowly parting as he backed up that inch or two and his cheeks enveloped my face. I breathed in his musk and worked my tongue all up and down that delicious ass crack. I held his cheeks. "Olan tried to speak again, coughing weakly, gasping for breath. Opening the bottle of water, she brought it to his lips, holding his head while he drank."I'm sorry, Olan," she murmured. "Don't talk anymore. Just rest. In a little bit we'll have some soup ready for you."The man nodded feebly, his eyes fluttering closed as she settled his head on the blanket once again. Looking at the pallor of the man's skin, she wondered if he would survive. His eyes looked sunken with dark shadows under them.. "Uh... I mean... you know..." she was uncertain again."Please, don't be like that. Let's agree on something, ok?" I tried to be again as professional as possible, ignoring the fact that I had no shirt on. "Let's be very honest with each other. We'll live in the same house for at least a time from now on. If you don't want to answer to one of my questions, please say so. I don't want you to feel embarrassed, I'm just curious, and sometimes, I don't have a clue what you're talking about. It is. I ordered three shots an we all slammed them followed by many more. I was drunk and Skippy was pretty far gone as he asked the waitress if she was interested in having a few and he was turned down. I made Skippy pay for the shots and told the manager he could make it up to us later. I wrote our address on a napkin as Skippy was paying the tab and we taxied home. We no sooner got home and I changed into lingerie there was a knock on the door. Skippy was like what the fuck they can wait. I said.