I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid!' That was a thought that had come back to her time and time again throughout the day.She wasn't sure why hi... words had made her so nervous. After all, Cricket was just a player, and as far as she knew he never really did anything wrong.'That's the thing though, ' she thought. 'As far as I know he's never done anything really wrong. It's not like he's a gang banger or anything like that. But still, I wish I knew a little more about him.'That thought. You click into the fantasy you were enjoying with Romeo, imagining that it’s his cock you’re sucking. You moan as you take the head into your mouth, suckling it gently as your tongue swirls around the tip. The answering moan from above is answer enough that your efforts are being appreciated. You use your hand to guide more of this lovely cock into your mouth, loving the feel of it, hot and thick between your lips. The slight saltiness brings back a flood of fond memories and you moan. I ache in my very soul to hear the sounds of male laughter, to feel a drunken finger push my hair out of my face, then hook my chin and pull me in. The one who called me Sugar used to wait until he was nearly too drunk to stand, then push me against the bathroom sink and have me. His curly hair in my shoulder, biting my breast. I don’t even remember most of it, just having a throat too sore to protest when my best friend would pull me from the mattress on the floor. She’d help me on with my. Once inside the house, I climbed the staircase to the top landing while Toby fossicked, starting on the ground floor, for marketable knick-knacks. These he stowed in a large sports bag brought for this purpose.The box room was unlocked but was chock-a-block full of pictures and furnishings, and it was only after a search lasting several minutes that I located the Degas drawings. They had been stuffed in a chest of drawers. I quickly substituted my copies and had turned to leave, when-to my.