When I got back to the door, she was fortunately still there, but was just about to turn and leave. "Wait," I screamed like a maniac. She stopped and ...urned back, looking a bit worried now. I had to stop my crazy act or I would lose this chance forever, and I didn't intend on letting her leave without having tasted those sweet looking lips, to say the least. I chuckled as I got my breath under control, "I'm sorry, I must seem completely crazy, huh?" She nodded silently, but a small smile was. I am not very keen on anal, either giving or receiving. I love oral,maybe giving somewhat more than getting.I always swallow the reward from a good blowjob. I must say that I am lucky to have a nice big ,thick cock. Eight inches cut. I am very turned on by big cocks. I keep hoping to find one bigger than mine to play with and suck on. Close so far, but no banana. I will get to the meat of the story, pun intended. I belong to a gay/bi private men's club about thirty minutes from home. It is. The kitchen had just brought up a food cart with my breakfast; French toast, two sausage patties, one egg, and toast with coffee and orange juice. The White House doctor had determined I was drinking too much coffee and ordered the kitchen staff to include a twenty ounce glass of fresh squeezed orange juice - not processed - with my breakfast.Tomorrow I was to go to Walter Reed Hospital for a complete physical with a blood, urine and stool work-up and a full body scan ‘so the people can be. "Th-they were business partners. They were checking out a construction site, and Rory shoved Glen into a gully. He hit his head on a rock and died!" How do you know that?" Th-there was another guy there. He told the cops he saw Rory pushing Glen, b-but at the trial he recanted! I think Rory paid him off!" "Rory got away with it?" Scot-free!" Paula cried. I asked the obvious question: "So how the hell are you married to Rory now?" They were business p-partners. With Glen dead, Rory owns the.