Five or six blasts sprayed the inside of my mouth and I gulped it down hungrily. I continued to lick and suck at his perfect piece of meat until he b...gged me to stop because it was too sensitive to continue. Reluctantly, I let it plop from my mouth and he joined me, kneeling on the floor. We kissed passionately for a few minutes and then we agreed that we needed to lie down. We killed the shower, grabbed our towels and headed for the bedroom.We dried off a little, laid the towels on my bed. So,with my knob on the stonk & me piss-hole drooling I thought 'why not share it with the randy Hamster users'.At least one horny fucker will read it & think 'yeah...that's got me boned-up & squirting'.Well I hope so.So there I was,feeling well bored & I'd done all me housework...well if ya consider flickin' a dirty duster round the room & shoving newspapers & me porn stash under the sofa housework,haha.I'd opened some windows to let the fag smoke out,clear the air a bit & shoved the lager cans. I just figured that she had some ex-boyfriend in mind whom she wanted to reestablish contact with, and then have his baby. I couldn't have been more wrong.After a fortune in share markets, I was now living my dream - of being a freelance journalist. While other 'colleagues' were out in the thick of the battle, I roamed the less offensive fields of art. My speaciality was paintings, and pretty soon, all I had to do was type my name at the end of anything and the newspapers would publish it. To. “You sure?”“Yes.”We walked up to the door. Martha excitedly rang the bell. Joe came to the door dressed like a total fool. He was wearing a Santa Claus costume but it was dingy looking, and the beard was tattered and torn. He was holding an empty bottle.I shook my head as I entered.“What? I am a drunk Santa Claus!”“I know. You always pick the same costume, every year.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I pushed passed him.“You can be such a bitch Kelly!” he said bitterly to me.“It’s going.