Are you ready for the next flavor. He holds the back of my head and slides his cock in my mouth. At first I think his cock is swollen from all this. T...en I realize, no this isn't the same cock. This one is bigger. What the fuck?!?! I turn to my stomach and holler, what the fuck is going on. Take this shit off of me. He's going, what honey, what? I said take this shit off. So he takes my blindfold off and I see naked guys running from the room. I ask him, what's going on? He tells me the whole. A lot of tears and taking of phone numbers, addresses, future education plans, ‘I’m sure going to miss you ladies. It’s been a real gas. We’ve had some fabulous times together and I just hope we’ll bump into each other sometime in the future,’ I said. And then it hit me! That’s what it was - Paul. I had really been missing him since our liaison and, stupidly I didn’t even know what his surname was! Later that day I would be even further away from him when I got home. I’d treated him pretty. Next day was Sunday . Woke up at around 2 in the afternoon. I hardly remember any Sunday without a hangover, so was this one. My head was paining like hell and i needed some coffee. Went to the kitchen to find that there was no coffee left. It was time to hit the store again. I was hoping that she wouldn’t be there, but she was. Today I wasn’t in the mood of flirting but then suddenly something struck me.I took coffee and also picked two cups. It was Sunday and there were very few people. I. The gang he did part time work for on accounts and files, were packing up for the weekend, caught him out shagging the daughter of a mate they drank with. Sneakily Des got some video footage of the shag against the wall and then knocked seven bells of shit out of him while he was trying to explain he had to pick up Trish at the corner of Sycamore Street and Chapel Lane. They knew that she was 16, his precious only child and his wife had pissed off with a fucking old lesbian yoga teacher Gundri,.