“Kiss me.”“Huh…hey wait, what’s going on, I’m not gay.” “I don’t recall asking if you were. I gave you an instruction, and you keep ...cting all dense and shit. Listen, man, I don’t have time for this bullshit.” I pull out a blunt and take a deep puff, to let this sissy twist in the wind, then I say. “Listen, man, you asked for my help, but since you’re too fucking dense to do what the fuck I tell ya, then fuck it. Remember I’m putting my neck on the line here for your dumbass…you know what…fuck. ‘We should talk about this, … I think …’ David began. He was sitting on the end of the bed taking off his shoes. ‘O.K.’ I said quietly. I stopped unbuttoning my blouse and waited, not sure what was coming. Phyllis and Mark had dropped us off in our driveway and our suitcases still lay in the corner where we had dropped them. The weekend had been exciting, but of course a bit scary. Pairing off to sleep with our friends’ spouses was quite a different matter than secret indiscretions that could. When he pinched her nipples, she let out a loud moan when her lips were still at the base of my cock, making it vibrate strongly. She had the whole length inside her throat, so quickly, I was surprised.Not many girls I encountered had such good deep throating skills. The hot warmth of her mouth was engulfing my hot rod, as I stroked her hair, feeling like heaven on earth. It was amazing, the things she could do with her tongue to a cock in her mouth.After pausing her mouth and nose at the base. When I opened my eyes, Debbie was staring at me,smiling lovingly. "Good morning sunshine," she cooed."Good morning," I replied."Sleep well?" she asked."Mmmm," I answered. "I sure did." Hey," she said. "I have an idea."Over the past few weeks I'd come to be a little skeptical wheneverDebbie or Regina Rae or Carla, "had an idea". It typically had meanttrouble for me. So, I cautiously asked, "Oh yeah? And what might theidea be?" Wellll," she continued, providing further evidence to my.