Why in the hell was Icleaning up? This room was a garbage dump. I tossed my wrapper on thefloor.I glanced at Brett. She was picking at the crumbs left...from her part ofthe meal off the yellow wrapper, licking them off her fingers. I thoughtthe rude, demanding Brett might be gone for good, replaced with somethingsheepish and melancholy. She'd learned the hard way the Rat Pack playedfor keeps.I walked over to the section of wall where I'd discovered the faucets andbegan clearing away more. ?Thodi der baad seema khana lekar agai aur lagane lagi lekin uski najar mere lund ki taraf thi bilkul uski and bina palak jhapkaye mere lund ko dekhe ja rahi thi jo is waqt bhi bilkul tana khada tha soya nhi tha… Wo khana laga kar chali gai mai khana kha kar sone ko chala gaya apne room lekin mera dimag us baat ko baar baar yaad kar raha tha aur us wajah se mera lund nhi so raha tha ……. Isi tarha uske khayal me kai din gujar gaye lekin mera dimag se wo baat nhi ja raha tha balke mai to ab ye. It was like a c***d inside of me wanting to be free. The next day on the bus ride home I was hoping to get the back seat which I did and I was lucky enough to get another view of my voyeur friend. Again he was playing with himself and his cock looked nice but I was scared to make a move. After 20 minutes I decided since not many people were on the bus I would sit across from him. As I did get up I saw him quickly shove his cock in his pants. I looked over and smiled and sat down. I was already. But when I tease him about the threesome, you better play along, Buster. Or else!”“And the kisses?”“All part of the game, Steve. Oh, I LOVE kissing you. Don’t get me wrong. But it’s part of the game. It keeps Pete on his toes. And, I’ll tell you a secret, it makes him a better lover. If he thinks he has to compete with you, he is FAR better than otherwise.”I chuckled, “That’s cold, Melanie. And evil. You are a real bitch. But I love it. Sure, I’ll play along! Why the change of heart?”“Your.