’ ‘That’s just more bullshit Lynn. Allen has no problem swallowing my ‘spunk’ regardless of what I eat,’ Eric said coldly. ‘That’s jus... a fucking excuse and you know it.’ Hearing Eric say his rival’s name, Lynn began to sob, saying, ‘Fuck you Eric, it isn’t an excuse. I’ve asked you on numerous occasions to eat some pineapple or raisins before we fuck, but you won’t!’ Trying to save face, Lynn asked, ‘Besides don’t I make up for it with my fabulous rim jobs?’ ‘Yeah, your tongue drives me wild. I sure wish I knew somebody who wanted to go with me to watch it.”He’d taken the bait like a starving rat.“I - I - I’d go with you,” he stammered.“You would!” she’d squealed. “Oh, I’d like that!”Paul, who had thought about his erections quite clinically in the past, as he made them go away, almost bent over to hide the one in his pants at that point.It hadn’t worked, though. She’d seen it. She hadn’t said anything about it, of course, and had pretended to ignore it, but she felt a thrill at. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Why do you look like that?’ ‘Because I made you come.’ She explained, as if I didn’t already know the answer. ‘Because I made you feel good. It makes me feel good to know I can make you feel that much pleasure. When you pet my hair after, it makes me feel appreciated, that you know I did that for you.’ ‘But is it really just for me? You said it makes you feel good too.’ ‘Well…yeah.’ ‘All I want is to feel like that. To get you off with my mouth, and lay my head on your stomach with. I didn’t want to overwhelm him with new people,” I lied. “He will be up to meeting you guys one at a time soon. Why don’t you stop by tomorrow and bring him a quarter pounder with cheese from McDonald’s,” I suggested.“I need to go to the hair dresser tomorrow. I’ll swing by after,” she said.“I’ll be working you might want to blow your horn before you leave your car. I’m not exactly sure how Hondo will react to a stranger,” I said.“I’m not a stranger. I’m family damn it,” Alice said.“See you.