”I smiled and nodded. Marilyn makes some great slippers from rug yarn, warm and floppy, and surprisingly durable. They were sort of like really over...ized socks that were stiff enough to stay up above my ankles. My last set was blue and a bit ragged. These were two-tone red. “Sounds good. Now, if I can get you to start knitting a flag, I’ll take some photos, and we can use them in the next campaign.”“Yeah, right! Me and Betsy Ross!”We both had a laugh at that. Dum-Dum was sleeping on the couch. Seven of us piled into a taxi and went to hers. We the all piled into Mary’s room so we didn’t wake her house mate up and passed the spliff round, I’m not a heavy smoker these days and it went straight to my head, one of my friends helped to the bathroom downstairs where I must have passed out.I woke up about an hour and a half later was a bit groggy but otherwise ok. I assumed that people were still around so I slowly made my way upstairs, It was pitch black other than a light coming from. We rolled over so that I was on top of him so that I could return the favor and undress him now. When I went down on him I was trying to make it better than the things we’d done in the past—some of the tricks I have that I hadn’t shown him yet, and it worked. Right before he pulled me on top of him again he groaned and he looked down at me and says, “God, what are you doing to me?” And his moans and that voice are enough to get me going on their own…I moved back up to kiss him again, teasing. He stayed inside of him as he walked him to the bed, rolling him onto his back while keeping his cock inside him. He pumped his hips again, and crying out, Killian squirmed hard. A…Again? Not now! Please, let me rest! But Aidon heard nothing. He started pounding back inside him in seconds, and Killian drooled, his hair spread out underneath him. He back arched and his hips were ground against Aidons pole. Groaning, Aidon started angling up, rubbing against his prostate. His eyes going cross,.