Sara gave me a knowing smile and Tom just paid a slight interest in me.Next hand Chris lost again and now she was a little more reluctant. This was th... last item she had to loose and she made a quick stand, push down panties and sitting down motion. I didn't care. I was looking at her tits. Almost convincing myself that I was after all a titman and not an assman.Tom lost the next hand and he stood when he slipped his pants off and so did I when I lost my shorts the next hand. My cock popped out. His mind could rationalize that anything he did was just fine even though he would rant and rave how those exact same behaviors were fucked up when other people did them.Intoxicated and horny, that drive home to his run-of-the-mill life inevitably always seemed to take a detour. Rather than going straight home, he would somehow end up on the other side of town. It wasn't the ghetto by any stretch of the imagination, it just wasn't the manicured and homogenous suburbs either.Pulling in to the. I had to repair the damage and return it to them before I leave." Who's the model?" I wondered. A young male Adonis held a gleaming globe at arm's length while other orbs seemingly circled him. Not a hardened body builder, he was, thank heaven, simply a buff young man with an extraordinary feature, a flaccid penis of inordinate length, and thickness. Cleanly circumcised, it looked real enough to suck, which I would have willingly done. "Roger Danwill," she said. "Twenty two, six-two, 179. You always did like the toys that marked that perfect skin of yours,didn't you?" Megan gasped, her pulse racing at the sound of his voice. She turned her head, his hands still on her shoulders. She looked at him, herstare drawn to his ice blue eyes. Oh, God, those eyes. She felt her past resolvewaver for just a second, the scent of his cologne and the crash of sensationsmaking her head spin. For just a second, two years fell away, and more, andshe was at his feet again, not Mark's. Then she.