I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I moved my hand around to her firm ass and gently rubbed it. She moved in tighter against me as she reached down ...nd took my deflated cock into her hand and held it gently. With my hand firmly planted on her ass, I too fell asleep. It was about seven thirty when I felt Cassie moving next to me. I woke up and looking over, found her part way on top of me, just staring into my eyes."I thought I was going to have to fuck you in your sleep," she said with a. My cock was jumping around, with a mind of it's own."Take your cock in the other hand." he said and I did. Interestingly, I've always jerked off with my left hand when I wanted to feel like it was someone else doing it. Now I was doing that while stroking another cock with my right hand.I admit that I liked this. His cock had a real heft to it and it was constantly jerking as I moved my hand around. My own cock was about as engorged as I'd ever seen it and at my age and this was a delight in. I felt the buzz coming on and I continued pouring the bottle down my throat. I craved a cigarette. So, I walked down to the gas station around the corner of my apartment and bought a pack and returned home. I sat back in my chair and took in some more Jim Beam and lit a cigarette and anger took hold. I looked up at the ceiling."Is this some kind of sick fucking joke to you? You are an asshole, did you know that? Ya having fun? Huh? Pulling peoples strings like some twisted puppeteer? Huh? What. I’d got on very well with Dan since we met at a social event — and, in secret, we’d even been ‘intimate,’ experimentally playing around with each other.So, on the first day of our visit, Dan’s mother had prepared a special evening meal to celebrate both our family friendship and a business venture they were planning. It was during the meal that I dropped a fork and it bounced under the table. I excused myself, got off of my chair, and ducked down under the table to retrieve it.While under there.