"They were dancing pretty hard."Kim giggled, and then said, "Yeah, Paul and Brad were pretty hard when they were dancing too."Megan laughed and Jack s...ared for a moment. When he finally caught his sister's meaning, he too began to laugh. Paul, Brad, Kim and Sally took their Cokes and headed for the door. They went outside and stood near the side of the building, drinking their sodas.The sound of moaning caught Kim's ear and she looked towards the back of the clubhouse, wondering who was making. ’ Then before I could think, I snapped to the group of three, ‘What is he, an exhibit at the Louvre?’ Then again, that same hardy laugh from before. But this time, I couldn’t help but join in. His laugh was infectious, sincere in it’s most basic form, and addicting. Before I knew it, those same tears that were running down my cheeks when I was laughing with Sam not 10 minutes ago returned, and I couldn’t stop laughing. The hours of being stressed and bored in that room on the other side of that. His tongue would trace my gums and lips and tease my tongue to follow him into his mouth where I licked his lips and sucked on the corners of his mouth. I pushed one finger into his left ear and sucked on the lobe of the right one.Finally he turned around offering me his cock and sucking in mine with his lips sliding along the outside of my dick. His lips were wet as he slid them around the shaft and pulled my skin off and then just stuck to the ridges and slit, his tongue slowly slipping. I’d figure out someway to straighten out the mess."Good morning, Alexander," I said, taking my seat at the kitchen island.Alexander was in his loose shorts and island shirt again. He was listening to reggae and was dancing, mostly with his butt and legs, while stirring something in a large bowl. He smiled at me. "Jason was happy this morning, too," he told me, then dropped his eyes to my bare torso."Jason was happy?" Yeah, man, and hungry," he said, staring at me as if he was hungry, too, but.