Intoxicated, I pulled her close, losing myself in her luscious mouth while Greg cradled my head, massaging my temples, my scalp. I only came up for ai... once, long enough to catch his eye, nodding, my smile inviting."I want you too, please?"We both watched, Trisha and I, while he removed his shirt, then his jeans. He was slender, his pale skin bathed in blue, then green, then red light, making him appear like a water color painting. Trisha moved to one side of me, and he joined us, the three of. "Well you're the only one as I know what isn't!" I reminded him. "What about Prescott!" Al countered. "He's Labour," I replied, "Lets straighten this cunt out and worry who's fucking bent some other time." "Do you want a fuck or not?" Sandra asked slightly drunkenly, although she only had four two litre bottles of Tesco value brand Cider all night.while Me and Al had stuck to the Stella version called 'Cidre.' The French never was no good at spelling. "No ta," Al said. "Not you, that cunt," I. The phone rang and she picked it up.“Laura McMartin speaking.”“It’s Raoul,” the Spanish accent brought a smile to her lips.“Michael’s friend?”“Si,” he replied.“The door’s open,” she tugged at the collar of her blouse, “I’m in the bedroom.”Laura stared at her reflection one last time. Raoul was Michael’s friend, the next best thing to perfection, according to Michael. She doubted him but after an afternoon at the local tennis club where she had kept him in drinks she had finally agreed to meet. " You mean I'm making it grow big like that, just from licking it?" Yep," I said. "The only other time it gets like that is in the mornings when I have to go pee. But don't worry I don't feel like that now. This feels wonderful!" I was not old enough to be able to ejaculate but the feeling just got better and better. I never felt any big release, but the feeling was fantastic. I asked Julie if she had heard anything about fucking. She had heard about it but was real unsure of what it was. I.