"Now just to make sure Omar knows you're for him," I said casually. Picking up a marker I continued, "Since you can't tell him yourself you're his bir...hday present I better put a label on you." Naturally resisting the debasement of being labeled Amy tried to pull away. Wisely though I had waited until she was fully restrained to attempt this and despite her objections I easily wrote `Happy Bday' across her chest and `Fuck Me' in large letters on her stomach. "Now he knows your his present. ‘Like I said, with them, I don’t have to make anyone happy but me,’ Grant replied. ‘Do you have a fear of failure?’ the counselor asked. ‘Me? Failure? Are you crazy?’ Grant barked. ‘I have an IQ of one-eighty-nine. Do I look like the type of person who is use to failure? I’ve never failed at anything in my life! And I don’t intend to start now!’ ‘Well, I think we may have already stumbled onto where the problem lies,’ the counselor said. ‘But our time is up for today. I’m asking both of you to. "Yeah, I'm intrigued. I wanna try it out." But don't you need lube for that?"He proceeded to pull out a bottle of lube from a bag he'd brought with him."But don't you need condoms as well?"He proceeded to produce a packet of condoms from the same bag. Clearly this wasn't just an impulse. He'd been planning this well enough in advance to acquire lube and condoms."Hmm, ok, I'll try it, but I want something in return," I said."What do you want?" I want you to give me a blowjob," I stated."Dude!. Once we were done applying the sunscreen, we lay down in the grass. We cuddled up and, after exchanging a few kisses and touches, passed into a comfortable afternoon doze in the half shade of a tree until the early hours of the evening.When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was Emily smiling through half-closed eyes. I planted a quick kiss on her lips and cupped her cheek with my hand.“Hey, I'm starving,” she said. “How about some ice cream?”“My parents always say it's not against.