How could anybody come closeif there wasn?t any slogan? ?Not really,? he replied.But Robin noticed how long he had taken to answer. ?I?m betting tha...somebody got close! You just don?t want me to know it!?Chad only grunted. ?I?m not telling,? he replied teasingly.But Robin seemed more excited than ever. ?Oh come on! You?ve got to! It?s only fair.??No I don?t have to,? he teased back. ?And it?s perfectly fair!?The two of them had to stand in a short line to get coffee again. Asthey stood. So what should he be doing? Just wait in this foul-smelling house day after day, month after month until the food ran out? Not fucking likely. That would be a pathetic way to finish a life that he had once been so proud of. So what to do?He had a plan and was all prepared for it, taking as much food and water as he could comfortably carry, the binoculars Ricardo for some strange reason had left him, the Bowie knife, a change of underwear ... Early tomorrow morning at the break of dawn, assuming. At that point, I had consumed all that cum in less than two hours and was starting to get a queasy stomach so I requested, "Would you mind getting me some Sprite?"He grinned, "Sure thing Babe."When Philip returned with my drink, I was in the middle of sucking off number 20 and taking all eight inches down my throat to his balls. It was getting sloppy and slobber was dripping off my chin. My husband sat my drink on the floor and because of watching me deepthroat that strange cock, took his own. Now I am going to take you back to the time how I knew Big Red. Big Red was my nick name for him it has being 10 years since I last seen Big Red we had met in a bar I was sitting at a table just listening to music and sipping on my Crown Royal when I noticed Big Red walking in he stood at the bar with he’s back to me I noticed how tight he’s Jeans were and how well shaped he’s bum was wrapped tightly in those jeans. My eyes were fixed on him imagining my fingers rubbing on that tight butt.