So I got my trusty fellow from the night bag and came down here to finish off. I thought you'd have heard it from your room otherwise.''I thought for ...inute, it was kinda hard to see properly with only the fire light, so I asked: 'Do you mind if I turn a light on?' I switched on a lamp and saw what I was now hoping for, cum leaking from her hairy cunt lips. 'It makes a great lube' she said; 'I can really thrust in as hard as I like, though it does cause Alan's cum to squirt out - that's why I. She sipped her wine slowly and finally looked up at me and asked:"Would you consider doing it again?" She swallowed hard "I mean, would you give a man a blowjob if the opportunity arose?" Absolutely" I replied "but I'm pretty sure Marci wouldn't be comfortable with that — so I haven't pursued that desire." So you're telling me that you like giving head, that you like having a man fuck your mouth...did you swallow?!" Of course. I'm a man. I know how insulted a man feels when their seed is not. I want him to have happiness in his life, no matter who with, and anyone toxic just fade from the scene. He’s been burned by his ex-boyfriend, you know. Howard. Oh, and speaking of which, wish number four, that Howard be Cecil’s hell-slave for life. It’s only fitting after how he used poor Cecil like that and broke his heart, stomped on it.“If I were more selfish, I would wish for him to be bi, but that would be too much of a change to the Cecil that I know and love. He’s ... gay. He’s meant to. I looked at the cart and smiled.“Only if you push it for me,” I replied. He placed the sausage stick into the cart, and I added my bottle of wine and the jelly.“I am Sam,” he said, introducing himself.“Tori,” I replied.He was a nice-looking guy, probably about forty, with a patch of grey on his temples.“Are you married?” I asked as we started down the aisle.“Oh, hell no,” he quickly replied. “Been there, done that.”“So, no girlfriend?” I pressed.“No,” he replied.“You’re not gay, are you?” I.