"You look quite, umm, excited yourself he remarked." Well what do you expect with King Dong here in my face?" I said laughing.He got me to lay back on...the sofa, legs apart, this time Mike with his face between my thighs. Suddenly I felt his tongue brush my lips. I shuddered."Hey," I said. "No touching." Oh go on Anna, just a bit?" the director said.I sighed as I felt his tongue slip between my now wet folds. I must admit it did feel really good and the sexual tension in the air was getting. I watched as the two of them, along with two of their workers, wrestled with the long tube, finally getting it into place and fixed to the top of the vent on the heater.“Okay, Franco, just get those pop rivets in, and we are done,” Phil said. “Tomorrow we can get up on the roof, do the chimney. Oh, g’day Will, just finishing off the heater installation.”He and Chris showed me what they had got achieved today; the skillion roof over the back part of the building, all of the internal walls and. Catching hold of Dasha’s hips he left wet smears on either side of them. One smear was her own juice the other Talis’s as he marked her with them in the moment. His touch was hot and wet as she felt him drawing her from Talis’s embrace. Smiling he drew off his blue shorts exposing his cock to the air. The shorts hit the wall in the corner as he tossed them there. His swollen cock was now purple in need a sheen of precum covered its head. Dasha had begun to whimper at being forced from Talis. I have the cliched gay best friend too. I’ve never got on with girls. I can’t stand the superficial bollocks girls talk about and the bitchiness. I do have girl friends. We hang out, I feign interest in what colour lipstick they’ve bought or the new miracle moisturiser that’s going to change their life, but I don’t drink gin and attend love island viewing parties.My cliched gay best friend Tom isn’t really a cliché either. He watches football with me while we devour a twenty-four box of Stella..