I poured two small glasses, with ice, left one of them and the bottle on the coffee table and then sat on the sofa with my drink in one hand and the t...levision remote in the other.I flicked through the countless satellite stations, starting from BBC One and going all the way up through the EPG. Nothing held my attention for longer than a few seconds, not even when I got to the various free to air adult channels where some girl gyrates on a foam mattress while talking to some punter on the phone. I never had the opportunity to say anything, though. “I know I’m not really talented like Alex or crazy smart like Max. There’s no need to be this shallow!”“I’m not being shallow.”“I know you’re not. I snapped a little. I’m sorry.” The small voice returned.“No, you don’t know. We met each other two nights ago.” I shook my head. “You and Alex go way back, right?”“No, that’s Max and Alex. I met them both in September.” Sam rallied better now that she was on ground she knew better. She forced a. "Am I supposed to swallow the whole thing, Sir?" she asked, taking the glistening cock out of her mouth."Yes, if you can. All good girls swallow the whole thing." OK, Sir. I'll try," she said and dove back down on him, this time relaxing her throat muscles and swallowing as the head plowed past her constricting epiglottis. She buried her nose in his pubic hair. Then she hummed.Damon felt the vibrations of her vocal cords and the sensation surprised him. His cock swelled and his jism burst deep. One more thing, whenever we slept in the big room, it used to be next to one another. On one side I used to have my wife and on the other, Rita. My wife was a sleepy head, and whenever I wanted to get her hot in the wee hours of the day, she would just keep on sleeping and not respond at all. This continued for sometime.Then the day came which changed my life. We had had an uneventful night; Anita had a headache and went early to bed. I had wanted to fuck her but no avail. She would not respond.