I have to admit that it was fun getting to fondle his hard penis and to exhbit mine and have him play with it. To me, it was nice being able to have t...is private male moment together as friends. We were being homosexually indulgent, but I didn't think of it as being gay. He said that he really appreciated the chance to be relaxed like this with another guy just to see how he felt. We got a little romantically friendly, and we hugged and we even kissed a little bit. I found that it was quite. She closed her eyes thinking what more could he want with her. Triston pulled her arms forward helping her up and faced the gun toward her.“Now walk to the bathroom and remember princess no funny business, or else.” He said waving the gun slightly in her face to intimidate her. She tried to walk the heels didn’t help she staggered a couple times but made it to the bathroom. Triston shoved her softly through the rest of the door shutting it behind them and locking it. He removed the tape since. All this further eyeballing didn't make sense to me. "Were we loud last night? We weren't loud last night. Weren't we kind of actually demure? That's the way I remember it."Sandra looked at me, and then cocked an eyebrow. "We were, at first. I chewed on my tongue to keep quiet about what your tongue was doing to me afterwards. Afterwards, when you crawled up, I was ready to curl up into a sloppy slow satisfied kiss. Trading juices. But then your dick was going up inside me again, so I quit. She would wait and see, she frowned with a lack of conviction; if Kent went out Saturday night, it might be her duty to make sure that nothing more of this sort of thing happened.Kent returned home late Friday night, drunk as usual, and had turned into bed not noticing Betty still lying awake beside him. She looked over at his heavily breathing body and the unopened suitcase standing by the door. The usual questions drifted through her mind: where had he been? Had his trip to Chicago actually.