Peter: To what do I owe the pleasure? Me: Peter, you know my play, Winners? Peter: Yes. Me: The one that made its debut on the Unity Theatre last Sept...mber? Peter: Yes. Me: The one I spent months agonising over? Peter: For the third time, yes. Me: Do you have a copy? Peter: Yes, Why? Don’t you? Okay, we have to hold it there a minute while he laughs at his own joke. What can I say? He’s a card. Me: As it happens, no. Peter: No what? So now, unlike my masterful piece of writing – put on stage in. He picks up the pace ever so slightly, stroking himself a little faster. A bead of precum dribbles down the underside like drool from a baby’s chin. He uses it as lubricant, even though with all the plasters his skin and the sheets he doesn’t really need to. Marshall massages it into the place beneath the tip. It makes his cock jump with anticipation. He fantasizes that it is some stranger’s tongue doing the licking. He can’t quite make it out but he knows it is feminine. He goes back to. " he hissed as he watched her get into her SUV and drive away.He followed her into a upper class part of the city. Big homes, with pools and large yards. He watched her pull into the garage a BMW was already there. The next morning he watched as her husband left for the office, she followed shortly there after. Some twenty minutes later a car pulled up and two teenaged boys came out, got in and left. He waited but the third kid never appeared. He decided a home capture was to risky, he'd play. I covered my feelings and sat in front of her pulling a chair. She was saying something, but I could barely hear it. My eyes got tangled in her tight milky white cleavage. The tight white sleeveless top did a poor job in hiding her beauty. I mumbled to myself, “Aaj rath ke baad, itna tight kabhi nahi rahegi”She observed it and suddenly became pink with shyness and hit me on my hand and said, “Shut up, are all boys like that only?” Now the ball is in my court and I asked, “Like what?”She: Hey.