They would sometimes compete with one another over who could take home a girl from a bar and later transitioned into them bragging about different the...trim they got. He had talked with Max a few times over text messages and out getting a drink at the bar, and the impression he got at this point was that Max didn’t expect the money to be paid back, but no more would be coming or any offer of sheltering him when he said things like “Sorry bro, can’t have a deadbeat in my condo it would seriously. The feel of its against the tips of her fingers almost put aside her determination, but she grimaced, and took control again. “That's enough for now, Mark. Let's go swimming.” She reluctantly let go of his hand and cock, stood and walked to the edge of the pool. He still sat their, a slightly devastated look on his face. Erica stopped, and said over her shoulder, “Stop stroking that beautiful cock and come into the pool with me. I'll make it worth your while.” With that she stepped in, then. Waddle maybe, she'd laughed, but not walk. To make Debbie happy, June had asked Connie to be a bridesmaid instead. And since Mike Morgan, June's husband to be, had already asked Jack to be one of his ushers, Jack made sure he was matched up with Connie. If anyone was going to score with Connie after the wedding, it was going to be Jack Buckman.The other really great thing about this wedding, Jack thought as he washed his smooth, almost hairless chest, was that Mike Morgan was going to be his. "No. Why?" I said walking over to him. I put two fingers in the slightly warm liquid, and saw what he was talking about."Weird," I said, rubbing my thumb against my slickened fingers. "It's sorta like Vaseline, but slipperier and thinner. Is KY like this?" I don't know. Ted didn't show me, and I never actually opened the tubes I got. Awe, shit. We don't have the rubbers... Oh well... " I don't think we're gonna get shit on our dicks. At least I know I'm not from doin' you. Not after hearing you.