So I drive over to Billy’s house, parking across the street. At 6.50 his parents leave in their car, his mum giving me a smile and a thumbs up as th...y pass. Checking myself in the car mirror one last time, I then saunter over to the front door and ring the doorbell. Billy opens the door and says “H-Hello?” He’s dressed in a t-shirt and black trousers, chubby, but not fat, hair a little greasy and untidy, but I still want to run my hands through it.“Hi, you must be Billy” I say with a smile.. It just confirmed that he would be there at seven and that he was looking forward to taking her to the ceremony."How bout that," she laughed as she crumpled up the paper and dropped. "He finally won an argument with that bitch! Good for him."A smile filled Brooke's face, the result of a small amount of delight that Gregg had stood up for himself, as well as the knowledge that Juliet had to be pissed off beyond compare right now. No matter, the show was scheduled to finish production on the last. Then worked my cock out in to the open. His hands were cool and dry. They were incredibly soft. He stroked me a few times. It was an incredible sensation. He leaned forward and took the head in his mouth. After the coolness of his hands, his mouth felt like a hot furnace wrapped around my cock. He sucked on just the head for a short moment. Swirling his tongue around it. I had never had anyone pay attention to my cock like that in my life. I got harder than I had been in several years of. Chad also recommended that I develop a taste fer beer, 'cause a saloon was the best place ta pick up information on who was new in town an' such thin's like that. He also suggested that I concentrate on Mexican beer, since it generally tasted a hell of a lot better than the local stuff. Sure, it was more expensive, but one or two of them could carry ya through a session at a saloon.He also pointed out that the poker table was a good source of information, soz I should learn the game. I pointed.