Ohh, yes, yes: I replied.And what would my slut like to do now?I looked at him with my sexiest, sluttiest look: Your slut would liketo get fucked now....mm, but first you have to bring my cock back to life.And with these words he laid back. I took his now soft cock and startedto kiss it, lick it, touching it with my nails in my lacy gloves.Slowly he was becoming alive again, growing in my hands. And then Itook it back in my mouth, licking it, sucking it slowly and deeply,causing shivers in whole. He'd been born in a little town in Oklahoma, to a roughneck father who worked on oil wells and a mother who did her best to raise Sonny and his three other siblings (in spite of an often drunken, and abusive husband). Eventually, Sonny also worked on oil drilling rigs until he and his father had a falling out and Sonny left home, rarely to ever go back.Sonny ended up going to California and he did some rough-necking for a while, and then got into working as a mechanic in a motorcycle shop. He. Her heart beat fast and her tummy churned as she thought about the game being broadcast. She caught hold of her emotions and evaluated the situation. Okay; calm down she told herself. My hair was last long and brown, now it is blonde and the cut is long shoulder length.Bridget was sure she would not be recognized as her hair was very different. She would consciously try to keep out of the camera’s eye while cheering at the basketball game making sure her face wasn’t caught in a close up shot on. That was kind of hot. I had to ask her about her tattoos soon. I wasn’t sure what I wanted yet. I was thinking something on the back of my neck that I could hide under my hair. I looked up at Matthew. He held my face and smiled.“When I first saw you with Sara and Gwen at either side. I figured she was the devil on your shoulder and Gwendolyn was the angel,” I volunteered to his grin. Matthew leaned in and kissed my lips. He was the second boy I had ever kissed and I felt my stomach butterflies.