There was silence for a second and April considered how hard she was going to make Bridget work."Wondering what?"Bridget looked back at April. Then sh... took a deep breath and said, "If you would be interested in ... partying. With us. Or Brad, more specifically. He's really good."April couldn't help it. She glanced over at Brad, sitting at the table with Tom Smith, looking back. He smiled at her and raised a glass in her direction. She chuckled. Insecure enough that he sent his wife to ask. The moment I woke up I knew something was ... off to say the least. I'm not sure how to describe it, but I just had an uneasy feeling when I left my bed. I ignored it and walked to my bathroom to freshen myself up. With that done I put on some casual clothes and walked downstairs to eat breakfast.I should now mention that my name is James. I'm 22 and I live with my mom Jessica in a secluded area of our small city. She is a quiet and caring lady. She always greeted me every morning inside the. I simply told her that I hadn't seen him in a few days and had no idea of where he was. That's when the tears started and I wanted to console her but I didn't know how to. The only solution I had was to smoke weed and hope she would calm down a bit. I just sat there and let her talk, she did try to catch me out a few times but as I said before I always had an answer. But she's not stupid, she'd heard all the rumours about Jason's playing away and she knew he had a reputation with the ladies. Having initially been thrown by the tattoos, as I studied Snake I realized that he was actually fucking good looking. He was a total alpha-male and the more I looked at him, the more I fancied him. When I asked Snake about his nickname he dropped his boxer’s to the floor without hesitation. He had a huge uncut cock that had been tattooed like a reticulated python. The tattoo extended from the tip of his cock before coiling once around his waist. The long head of his hooded cock was also the.