Go upstairs, in the bathroom u will find a pink bikini, wear it and come down. Run. I dont want to wait he commanded. I was quite nervous at this stag... but I quickly did as he was told. When I came down Mr martin was sitting on the sofa legs wide open, his 6 cut dick standing tall. fuck u look sexy he whispered, I must have I thought, the pink bikini was just a childs bra and a pink G-string, you could see my balls sicking out and only my bum crack was covered. Unwittingly my penis started to. He kissed his way across her tummy. He circled her breasts, nibbling and sucking at her woman-flesh. He flicked her tight aching buds with his tongue, then slowly, torturously nibbled around them. He suddenly took her hard nipple in his mouth, sucking her deep. She cried out at the flash of feeling. He alternated back and forth, drawing her nipples out into long dark spouts of tightness. She cradled his head, watching him as he went back and forth. She felt like she was giving her womanliness. And Dave smiled to himself.His own well drenched Hanes clung sweetly to his cock, and the heady smell of jizz from yesterday's briefs - his own and Matt's - as they lay next to his face on the pillow was intoxicating. Dave realised that, unless he took firm control, his dick would be raging away again and there could be only one outcome. That was a prospect he relished but first he needed time to think and to make sense of the last forty-eight hours. How had those two days seen the coming into. My head hurts.’ ‘It should. Mayube next time, you’ll handle your liquor better. I didn’t know you were a weeping drunk.’ ‘Weeping drunk? Oh, no. It wasn’t a dream. I saw Jeremy last night. He didn’t remember me.’ ‘Don’t worry about Hot Chocolate. We’re taking care of it, right now.’ ‘Hot…Danny? Taking care of Danny? What for?’ ‘What?’ ‘You don’t remember how he made you cry like that?’ ‘Danny was there?’ ‘You don’t remember him kissing you? Boy, I’da slapped the piss out of him, myself.’ Joanne.