Somewhat calmer, Noelle sat up and replied in a friendly tone, "Lazy Sunday. We can't complain. How are you?" I'm great, I'm great. I've got a rare da... off today," Amber replied with a smile."Oh, that's right. You normally work Sundays," Noelle commented. "Change in schedule?"Amber nodded. "New job responsibility. I start tomorrow. So I'm just going to lay out here, soak up some sun, and enjoy the view for a while." That last part ended with Amber raising her sunglasses onto her forehead for a. ” She embraced me and continued, “But when I come across someone who’s kind to me, I become a prisoner of my moved heart.”“I know your appetites, Kazuko,” I was caressing her hair with my trembling fingers. “I’ve seen them in your eyes before.”“Sure you did, my boy, sure you did.” She gave me a suggestive grin. “Now I’m in a playful mood. I wanna do something crazy.”“Let’s do something crazy together. But first, I want to know if you are real.”“Of course I am real! What are you talking. Even the ever-present seagulls had roosted for the night. The bells of the clock tower in the town square could be heard in the distance chiming the fourth hour of the New Year as the two friends let themselves in to the building they called home. Lindi’s flat was on the fourth floor with Peter’s being on the sixth. It was once a grand Victorian hotel that had fallen on hard times in the 1960’s when cheap package holidays to foreign destinations became more attractive to British holidaymakers. I had only started to sink my mouth on his cock when he grunted, filling my mouth with a huge jet of jism that shot to the back of my throat. I eagerly pushed forward onto his cock, pulled greedily on his exposed rod and allowed him to spurt into my mouth and down my throat. He seemed to spurt for ages but eventually I released him from my mouth and sucked the last drops from the end of his cock; swirling his spunk around my tongue before swallowing.His dick never even deflated when I let it go.