The shirt and underclothes went into the wash; the tie went back on the tie rack.When he’d taken care of his clothes, he hung hers in the living-roo... closet. She was still sitting there smoking, but she had her brush on the table in front of her.“Would you let me brush your hair?” They’d had sex. He was going for intimacy.“Let?” Which was a strange choice from the words he’d used in the question.“You have beautiful hair, and I’d love to brush it out. You can tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”. I knew he had cum. As be withdrew his cock, I could taste cum residue, and I loved it. “Damn boy, it is rare that anyone can take my cock down his throat. You are amazing,” he said. He continued, “If you can take my cock in your throat, I wonder if you can take it up your ass.” I jumped to my feet and ran for the door. I was in a state of shock and confusion as I quickly returned to my room. Back in my room I tried to make sense of what had just happened, and what had taken place yesterday. In. Suddenly, the sounds of riotous laughter echoed off the walls and drifted from the backyard of Charles and Diana Richards’ house in their quiet Brentwood neighborhood. An elderly couple, passing by out front as they walked their dog, looked quizzically at each other. They heard the sounds coming through the open windows of each room of the house. They shrugged and continued on their walk, they had no idea what could possibly have been so funny… That afternoon made for one of the most enjoyable. . thirty some odd cars all stopped, waiting for the light to change. Across the intersection, even more cars. And pedestrians waiting for the walk sign. I looked at each of the drivers' faces, all staring straight ahead. No one looked up at me. Practically naked, wearing only a little scrap of cloth, my hard erection pointed out between the hot steel railing. The light changed and i watched the cars depart. From this angle i could see down into their cars, see what they were wearing, how short.