Bartlett said, “Bob, I am going to make a scotch drinker out of you tonight.” I said, “Mr. Bartlett, I tried it before but just couldn’t acqui...e a taste for it.” He smiled, “Oh hell, you probably had some of that crap they sell in bars... Let me get you some good stuff.” He brought me a scotch and I admitted it did taste a lot better. He laughed and said, “After about three it is going taste damn good.” Mr. Bartlett wasn’t kidding. After about three drinks the scotch became very smooth. I. It was delicious – sweet and salty and very slippery. That was it – I opened my mouth and took as much length of Lilly’s beautiful penis as I could. Oh my god – what an erotic experience and so much better than fantasy! The silky hardness and heat of a real cock in my mouth for the first time was so much better than sucking on Sam’s fake cocks. Sam loves it when I blow her “cocks” always saying how much she was looking forward to the day she would watch me suck a real cock – it’s a huge part of. The pubs I remember were The Rembrandt, The Napoleon, The Thompson's Arms and that small pub by the coach station. I was about 20 years younger than most of the clientele. In one of them I was approached by what turned out to be a gay Canadian tourist who was about 10 years older than me. He wasn't pushy at all and I remember him as a real gent, not somebody who was going to assault me. We talked for quite a long time and it was getting close to closing time. I was rather pissed at this point. I got a text message from Cassie. She wanted to come over. I replied “yes” Cassie was an ex-girlfriend but would still come over for a good fuck every now and then. We were each others fall back when either one of us need some release. About a half hour later I hear a knock on my bedroom window I open it up and in she comes. She is wearing a mini skirt and a tank top that was showing off her cleavage. Cassie is about 5 foot 5 and weighs around 110 with 34C tits and an ass that is a full as.