I stand up to take all my cloths off and Ron asked me if I could help him. So I sit down beside him and reach over and undo his pants and I can alread... fill his fat cock getting hard. I pull down his pants and when I take off his boxers out springs his big fat dick. He takes his shirt off and we both sit back on the couch . I grab his dick and give it a squeeze its rock solid and I move my hand down and rub on his big ass right. I told him Amanda was right his cock nice and think and he has. More than the intrigue i had about the identity of the woman,my mind was interested in her naked body spread in full glory on my bed.Now,most people would start to try piecing together their last night right about now,but I had different plans altogether.This still seemed like I was dreaming and i needed some proof that all this was real.I searched for my phone in the heap of clothes lying by the bed on the floor.As i retrieved my phone, I clicked away photos in all angles possible capturing. But it was his turn to be consumed by insomnia. **It was the next afternoon when the results were in. He'd been rung by thelab. By Quentin, a guy he'd dealt with before."So?" Steve asked. He felt the question was evident."So you better get down here." Why?" That request had filled him with dread."I have to show you this in person. I can't talk about it over thephone."Steve suspected his worst fears were about to be realised."Just tell me Quentin. Is it Kara Steele or not?" Just get down here. She moaned softly and wiggled against me, making me smile. Not wanting to disturb her, I gave her a gentle kiss on her neck before quietly slipping out of bed. She rolled over into the spot I had vacated, briefly opening one eye to look up at me. ‘What’s up?’ she whispered. ‘I’m awake. I think I’m going to the gym for a while.’ She smiled and shook her head. ‘You’re cray,’ she responded as she grabbed my pillow and pulled it against herself, nesting with the intent to sleep longer. I smiled.