People spoke about us always in the plural tense. Friends started up conversations with me, exactly where they had left them off, when talking to Andr...a. It was obvious that even after such a short time, our friends could no longer see us as separate entities.The depth of Andrea and my conversations also set the field for us when we went sexual. Even from the beginning there was no hesitation. As divers as we were with our talks, so divers were we in bed. Our intimacy was, just as in our. We always had banter and I think the appeal was because he made me laugh some much with his wicked sense of humour. I had been tempted many of times to make a move, because we quite often lift share, however I was uncertain how he would react, because even though we exchange a lot of tongue in cheek banter, he was a man’s man, always admiring the women. He often mentioned that because of his medication, erections where few and far between. I’d be doing the groundwork for a while, until one day. A young lady said, "Sit wherever you like, I’ll be right with you." So, we sat at a table near the window away from the other couple. As we were looking at the menu, I noticed the man we had passed on the street had entered. I nudged my wife. “Your boyfriend followed you here.” She looked as he sat across from her a few tables away. She smiled at him again as he sat down. When she sat down she had crossed her legs and her loose fitting skirt was even shorter than before, offering a glimpse. “Well, isn’t it my turn to get head?”“Woah mister, that’s not how it works. Unless you wanna go for another round?” Charlie picked up her controller.“No way, or I’ll just end up eating you out forever. I guess I’ll just get Asrah to suck me off.”“Hang on, this is meant to be our sleepover. No genies.”“Well sorry, but my cock needs some action.”“Oh fine, but don’t say I don’t ever do anything for you.”Charlie sat Daniel back down on the bed, and began stroking his cock.“Could you have imagined.