There was a clock beside the bed flashing 5:30 with a goulish greeny glow. Then above the noise of my thumping heart I could hear a shower running. I ...lung back the covers to discover I was not only in a strange bed but I was here naked. The adrenalin jolt from that discovery pushed back the hangover and with a quick visual search I located my bra.Standing in the middle of a strange room clad in only a bra made me feel more foolish than being naked. Questions flashed into my head in no specific. He was a freak. An outcast. He was the only one without a father and he had a mother with a history of psychological illness. She was depressive and had to take medication to keep it under control. When he had first heard of her ailment he had looked the word up and he had found something called manic-depressive. His mother never had a manic faze. It was just the depressive and when she was in it, and had 'forgotten' to take her pills, she didn't wash; didn't bathe or shower. She didn't change. Get started." Huh? I thought you was the leader," I said surprised."I am. I already did something," he said, rubbing some of his spit into my left breast."Oh," I simply said before I pressed my mouth over his.I was surprised at how easily I became excited while sucking and licking his manly breasts. They had a firmness to them all their own, much firmer than a woman's, yet not unpleasantly so.When my turn was over, Joey looked in my eyes and said, "Thank you."My natural reaction was to kiss his. I felt her body, her tits press against mine. Leaning in, she whispered, “Yes, Debbie. I have been a lot lately as well.” We turned, facing each other, our nipples poking into each other’s breast. As I ran my hand over her shoulders, I looked into her lust-filled eyes. “Mmm, is that so?” We both just sat there looking at each other, our hands roaming slowly running down each other’s sides. It seemed like hours without a word, just smiles and moans. We finally both stopped and looked at each.